I could see her torso and face clearly in the mirror and she pulled on the exam gloves and then stepped behind me and using what looked like a remote ...ontrol pressed a button. The knee supports began to move apart slowly and then moved out from the table.This increased the pressure on my cock as I felt it slip into the crease and suddenly felt like I had penetrated a woman’s pussy. It was wet, warm, and slick and as the knees pads moved to their final position I was balls deep in the crease. I. Did you get your license online as so many do these days, or did you do it ‘old school?’”“A combination of the two, Mr. O’Hara. Actually, I met your wife on the UOP Campus, and she sent me to you.”“Excellent. What are your goals, Karen, and call me Richard please?”“Well, I’m 21, still going to UOP to get a Degree in Marketing, and find a Real Estate Office who needs that expertise.”“I can see why my wife sent you to us, I may mandate all of my Realtors are as pretty as you and her. I’m curious,. I opened it slowly and pulled out a pair of silky panties. ‘This must be some mistake,’ I was doubly embarrassed now. ‘ You must have…’ She parted her legs slowly…seductively… and I was staring at pink through her skirt. The shadow that fell over her full, slightly hairy lips made them more alluring. My hand moved of its own accord and I found my fingertips brushing against her coochie. Her thighs were completely wet and when my finger slipped in, she was extremely tight. Her eyes were. Simple, wooden crutches. Memories flooded my mind.Fifteen years ago, my mother broke her ankle. I was only nine years old then. She stepped in a hole in the courtyard and her ankle turned. Her screams were horrible. Until then, I had never heard my mother screaming. It frightened the shit out of me. Daddy was very confused too. She was on crutches for a month. Now, I was holding these crutches in my hands. I remembered the plaster. It covered her delicate foot, leaving her toes free, and ending.