” “Well yes, I am hoping that you will be my last call tonight. My husband wants to go to the club, so I have to get tattooed.” Mary knew that D...ctor Ruth was a lesbian, and was married to her Nurse, Jane. Really, it was Jane that Mary was dreading if she had to go to the surgery for anything. She always made Mary strip everything off and inspected her pussy, even when she went with an ingrowing toenail. “Do you both have to be tattooed? I mean because you are both women.” “Well, we are not. If so, this can be dealt with so let?s not worry about it right now. First I want to know what you know of a woman?s physiology and monthly cycles.? ?Well, I was married for about ten years so I do know something about them, what do you want to know if I know for sure?? I explain and ask. ?How aware are you of a woman?s internal organs?? ?Why don?t you tell me about them and I?ll let you know when you?re covering something I?m already aware of?Reaching into the case she?d carried, she. My pace began to quicken – I had to get back to my apartment and masturbate. I could literally feel the cunt juice running down my leg and even the sensations from walking seemed as if it would lead me to an orgasm. As I swiped my access card in the security device at our apartment complex, another woman walked out of the interior door. She looked at me strangely as I went in, but I didn’t slow down. Could she tell what was on my face? I doubt it. It had been raining most of the evening,. When finished, her cheeks were a bright pink; the sweet nectar flowed out from her pussy onto my thighs. I gently rubbed the cheeks, letting my fingers touch her pussy.Helen screamed out, "Fuck my pussy with your fingers now!"I thrust two fingers into her as she thrashed about. It was not long before her pussy tightened around the fingers as she came. When her orgasm passed I asked, “Why Helen?" as we lay holding each other.She told me that over the last five years she noticed how much I was.