Well I said that sounds pretty nice I jokingly said lets give them to my wife he stared at me for a second and asked if I was for real I thought for a...minute and said I was,he gave me four and told me to get her to take them I said I would and I will call him after she passes out.I went home and she was rolling a couple of joints unaware of what I had planned out she lit one and passed it to me and asked if work was bad today,I lied and said it was fine knowing full well I never went and was. I have to be utterly frank and tell you that I am not a “boob” man in any sense of the word. In fact, I am fairly well centered strictly on any girl’s cute backside and tend to have these fantasies of every girl I see bending over for me and offering me her pretty cheeks for my inspection and eventual possession. I confess it is the fastest way for me to get hard enough to poke any female person. I exclude males from such private thoughts because it would be embarrassing to be doing something. He was currently working at a city medical clinic in a salaried capacity, now he scoured the medical journals looking at advertisements for general practitioners. He had to get away…get away anywhere as long as it was far away. Eventually he found what he was looking for, a practice was for sale in a small coastal town, Point Danger. There was only one doctor in the place and he was retiring. The cost of buying the practice was small compared to a practice in the larger centres of population.. I MUUUUUUUUH MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH pleading, pleading. Throb. Throb. Cannot think. Brain being pureed. Head-meat being cooked, treated. Cock stinks. Tongue thrashes. THROB. THROB. I am on my back now. Hands spack against each other. Brain cleansed of knowledge of how to use body. Tongue thrashes about in mouth, poking bottom lip right out. Bumhole loosens. I soil myself. Brain cleansed of knowledge of how to control chocolate lips. Spastic twitches wrack my body. Body dances. Body.