Are you OK?”“Yes. I worked on one of the kids who made it. I did my first unassisted chest tube today!”“Do you record all of these things some...here?”She pulled a small notebook from the pocket of her white coat.“Every procedure I do goes in here. It’s reviewed every week by the Chief Resident and every two weeks by a senior Attending.”“How are you holding up?”“Fine, right now. And if I can catch some sleep tonight, then it’ll be OK. If not, then tomorrow night I’m going to be completely beat.. When we left mall, the sky was dark and saw deep into each other’s eyes with naughty smile.As we started our ride, she placed her soft hand on my dick from above the pants. She unzipped my jeans. Open button and slid her hand under my undies. Her soft touches on my dick and pubic hair was hypnotizing me. (she loves pubic hair near cock ).My cock was rock hard and started moving skin up and down. Sophistication of stroking inside underwear was adding pleasure in the situation. And in the mean. When I’d finished making myself decent and turned my attention to Paul.Ironically, the one of us who worried about getting caught in the first place didn't seem to care now and just sat in his chair, eyes closed and smiling like the cat who picked the cream. Grabbing another wet wipe, I was about to begin cleaning his greasy member, now at half mast and still protruding from his flies when my hand was abruptly pushed away.My temper flared and I looked angrily at who interrupted me, ready to. Her knees are up. What is she...She's masturbating! I hear her heavy breathing and the fluctuation of vibrating sound. The thought of it turned me on. I grew hard. As quietly as I could I slid my shorts down releasing my teen cock. Grabbing it with my left hand I begin to pump. I must have been to loud. She heard me. She vibration stops. She sits up. "What's that?" I hear her whisper."Sorry, it me." I reply. now embarrassed."What were you.." Same as you." I cut her off."Oh." she replied.