And I felt ashamed. Shame for being so weak, for needing this help. Shame for being seen so helpless, by my mother, no less. I would rather be dead th...n let her see me suffering all this. Not really, but that thought bounced through my head as I laid there twisting about, trying to avoid the pain. The doctor that came in was young and professional-looking in a way that would not surprise me if I had instead seen him in one of those bars I’m always at. Sort of an urban look, but with a gleam in. Would I be about to live up to the hype. I mean I didn’t want to her be disappointed. Would we take slow and steady when she arrive and truly enjoy what were we doing or was it going to be like the first second that we laid eyes on each other would we be tearing each other’s clothes off and fucking like rabbits. Would she demand that we used Protection?To be honest I couldn’t stand wearing a damn condoms. I want it to be flesh on flesh nothing between two of us. It really pissed me off when. Finally I reach around with my right hand and drag four fingers across the mount of your cunt, my index finger focused on the center, finding the gap between your lips, your hard clitoris. You gasp at my touch, as my fingers move as they have done so many times before, feeling and parting the smooth, velvety outer lips, exposing you. My middle finger slips into the warm hole of your cunt, before moving upwards and focusing on your clit for longer this time, alternating between between steady. They meant it. The nightmare scenario was someone falling over and not being found. Jo-Lene was having second thoughts, but she was letting her vagina think for her; it wanted another visit and this was a way of ensuring that. Clive would certainly service her needs again if she let them do this, she reckoned. And she thought they were reasonably sensible; one had to take chances for the sake of the girls; to let them enjoy the adventure.Clive was thinking along the same lines, and thinking ‘it.