Her own orgasm is exploding in her body and soul as she slides down one more time but instead of squirting under the chin Pamela turns her head down...and opens her mouth. The flow is so huge and hard she chokes as she tries to swallow as much as she can, cum bubbles are coming out of her nose. She slides up and then down again, she puts her mouth over the end one more time but this time she is ready and swallows at least a quart of the sticky white fluid. The intoxicating effect of so much cum. As far as I know he is still married. As I take a seat I think I catch Dr. Adams eyes fixed on what seems to be far below my neckline, but as I raise my head he promptly makes eye contact. I want to be out of here as quickly as possible. Without delay I describe my symptoms for what I assume to be a chest infection. Dr. Adams however, is not entirely convinced. Typical! He says he would like to examine me and asks me to lie on the bed. I reluctantly comply, thinking this completely. "You like what you see, honey?" she asked."I sure do" I said as I took another look at her cleavage."Maybe we should go somewhere more private" she said as she leaned in closer to me."Sounds good" I said, nervously, "Got anywhere in mind?" I asked."How about my place?" she asked and we then left.We had taken a cab to her place. On the way she said that she'd had a few bad experiences with men and past boyfriends and she wasn't willing to have sex again until marriage but she was willing to. You nodded, and pulled the neck of your shirt away, trying to let me see down your front. "Sorry, but I can't quite see. You'll just have to take it off."I pulled away from the curb, as you protested, "it's daylight, and we're in the middle of the city..." "I know. Take off your shirt... I want to see your nice bra," I said very casually, as if I had girls wearing their bras only driving around with me regularly. You looked at me defiantly, but pulled off your top, revealing a very sweet, light.