Of course, I've seen her naked plenty of times passed out drunk.Until I graduated that was pretty much my life. I got my money by stealing it from the...whores when they laid passed out. I never took much, maybe ten or twenty bucks at a time and never enough for them to notice.Thinking back, I've probably fucked more passed out women than most men have fucked their own wife. It's something to look back over my life and wonder how I ever made it through. Of course, it left me with little respect. She turned her back, dropped the pallu opened the blouse she was already wearing and put on the new one right in front of me. I couldn’t forget the first sight of the glowing skin on her bare back spiced with an expensive looking bra. She turned facing me again walking up embarrassingly close to me. Her boobs were almost touching my chest. She pointed at the front hooks of the blouse. 3 of the 4 hooks were already opened. She said the last one was not opening properly. I checked to see but it. The pack is in his bathrobe but he doesn’t have a lighter as it’s in patient storage right now.’ I said ‘It shouldn’t be too hard to get a light, as I saw a lot of patients out front smoking.’ ‘I just hope my wife doesn’t get mad as she hates cigarettes. Her uncle died from lung cancer last year and was a smoker. She blames cigarettes for that although the cancer was more likely to have come from asbestos.’ After the talk with the nurse, I pushed the wheelchair to the waiting area and joined. The dress is skirt length, so my bare pussy is probably open to view.Once again, each click of the shutter sends a jolt through my pussy. This time it's even better than by the pool. Maybe I’m being a huge slut. I don’t care. I’m waiting for to see his reaction when he notices I’m flashing him.If he does notice it, he doesn’t say anything. Finally, I say, “You know, Dad’s thanked you for all you’ve done. But I never have.”“Mhmm,” he says. Like it’s nothing. He never stops moving around or.