. And if you attempt to repeat this fiasco, I will make sure that the entire world knows exactly how and how badly you messed this up." But this was...successful!" the Senator nearly screamed."Was it, Doctor Winkerson?" I asked.He didn't respond, but instead just looked at the Senator with wide eyes and a wide open mouth."What your pet doctor will tell you when he recovers his voice is that James Folley wasn't living out a fantasy of raping young, college coeds. He was far sicker than that. He. In fact, the head of the pediatric urology department at Cornell University's New York Presbyterian Hospital -- which is often ranked among the top 10 hospitals in the country -- has been operating on young girls who suffer from what he (and likely the girls' guardians) have decided is "clitorimegaly," or oversized clitorises.In order to relieve these girls from what seems like little more than a cosmestic issue, Dr. Dix P. Poppas cuts out parts of the clitoris' shaft, saving the glans, or tip,. We were just talking about his life when he pulled me close to him. His scent was unbelievable he leaned in and kissed my neck gently. I panicked, I know he could tell [I’m such a little girl] he pulled away and asked me if I was ready. I just nodded; the he leaned in again [he was smelling me] I could feel the hot hair from his mouth on my skin I was all goose bumpy. His hands were all over my body, I swear it felt like he had eight. My heart stopped when his face was just inches from mine,. 'Ok, ok,' I chuckle. 'But quietly then, don't wanna wake the kids.''They're teenagers and it's Saturday,' he says. 'They'll sleep till noon.'I turn to him and we kiss, his tongue going deep in my mouth, both hands now on my breasts. It's nice and I kiss him back, suck on his tongue, feel for his cock and stroke it lightly, loving its thick pulsing length in my hand, tease the foreskin back and forth.'How about a blow job, luv,' he asks.'Sure,' I reply. 'And will you return the favour?''You know.