She was just under thirty, but I was just under sixty.“Lora Lee McMillan, I think we are through,” I said.“No, we are not through,” she said.�...�Yes we are,” I said, holding up my phone. “It’s amazing all the good shit you can do with one of these.”“You bastard,” she said.“Yes, an accident of birth in my case, what’s your excuse?” I asked with a grin.I fell asleep shorty after she left. I have no idea why I sleep better in crisis mode, but I always do. I did dream about having sex with Lora Lee. I. I hang up before it ever connects. I'm curious and though I don't really know what to think of it all, I've dreamed about the doctor's dick up my ass each night. Seven days later, I find myself arriving early again to the doctor's office. The wait is interminable and I squirm in my seat nervously. The receptionist's blouse seems even more low cut than my last visit and that doesn't help. I try to concentrate on a magazine, but I can't read a single word. "Mister Jacobs?" I hear the words, but. She smiled to herself as she imagined him staring at the sweep of her profile from wide shoulders to thin waist and full flaring hips. She separated her feet a little wider so that her thigh gap reached all of the way from shower floor to pelvic floor. "Get on with it or we will both be late!" She heard him fumbling with a wash cloth and soap and then felt him tentatively begin up on her shoulders.His hands trembled as he felt the curves and contours of his bitch mother. She hated him and he. He swallows quickly not spilling a drop of her libation.As her flow trickles to a close, Barbara gasps:“That’s not all I have more… Tongue me harder Michael! Go deeper!”Michael forces his tongue up into Barbara’s urethra while his hands grip her butt cheeks. Barbara’s head thrashes wildly and she gasps and grunts. Then before Joan’s astonished eyes, her ass begins to open and a long, hot turds descends from her pouting butt. It strikes the water in the toilet with a resounding splash. As she.