He got dressed, and went downstairs. He made himself some toast, then turned on the local news. He didn't recognize the newsreader, she must have been...new, but he already hated her. She was an attractive young blonde lady, smartly dressed with her hair tied up in a bun. Under her white blouse, John could see she had very large breasts. "I wish her blouse would pop open, that would show her she's not better than me." He thought to himself. Almost instantly, all the buttons on the lady's blouse. Julia quickly continued, "Don't worry. We've all been through the same changes you have." I hadn't - and didn't plan to either - but I was too busy being a sexy hunk of manhood to point it out. "We know what it's like for you. You do have to behave properly when you're around Mark - especially when he's naked - but we'll forgive you if occasionally you fail to control yourself." You will?" asked Donna hopefully, quickly looking at her favorite hunk of manhood, to see what he thought of this. But in the next instant all three nurses were around the bed all gabbling at Ottilie at the same time. While I stood there in shock, Ottilie was moving her head and ... well talking to the girls; admittedly in that croaky voice of hers. And then the staff nurse, followed by the duty Ward Sister came into the room. Eventually the doctor (from the evening before) all seemingly magically appeared. I have to assume that one of the nurses had to have pushed Ottilie's call button.Organised chaos. Cavaradossi sings about “dolci baci” and “languide carezze... “ at the very moment where my left hand plays with her sex, and my right hand with her anus. I rock and roll at the same time the knuckles of two fingers in her sex, and in her anus. The tip of my right thumb rubs slowly on her clitoris while the knuckles of my left middle finger soften her small back hole. I take charge of her senses and barely stop shy of her orgasm four or five times until Tosca arrives for the final duet..