“This is Doctor Morris!” She said almost proudly and Tracey saw the old man in his white coat enter the room. “Thank you Nurse!” The Doctor...said looking down at Tracey as he approached her and placed his hands on her face looking into her big brown eyes. “How are you feeling young lady?” He said.“Tired!” Tracey croaked. “Tired and hungry.”“Well we’ll sort something out once I have examined you.” Gown off please and lie up on the table.” Before Tracey had a chance to protest the nurse. Let's play it smart, instead."I had to agree that he had a point, so we walked down to the bank to see what we might work up. There was one dead man dressed in the traditional duster worn by so many bank robbers to hide their shotguns. A man dressed like a bank employee was slightly wounded and being tended to by the local doctor. We went to the manager's office and asked to speak with him.After some negotiation by Jeff, we came away with a paper holding a written promise of $50 for every. I remembered all of their names, but that’s the police training, not because I clicked with any of them. Most of the ones there without husbands were stay-at-home Moms whose lives revolve around their kids. I’m not judging them as more or less worthy than me, we just don’t have a lot in common. Often at that type of thing, you don’t get to socialize because you’re busy supervising kids; but that’s one attraction of a kinder function: the kids all know each other, they’re locked in, and the play. Those rosy nuggets stood out like little spaceships ready to be launched from the dark pads of her areolas.Catherine moaned and whimpered as her taut nipples exploded in her son's fingers and shot out into his palms. She slid her mouth away from his and gently urged his head down. Tommy lowered his face and began to lick at his mother's tits, then to suck her nipples into his mouth, nursing on each in turn. His saliva flowed down the fat slopes of her tit globes and trickled into her deep.