"Stop! Stop! We can't, Rudy. Oh... oh... no, darling. We mustn't," she gasped desperately, pleading with herself as much as with her brother.But the a...oused redheaded youth refused to stop. With a low groan of lewd delight he ran his hands eagerly over her softly trembling flesh, down from her smooth white shoulders, along the valley between her quivering breasts and over the flat plane of her belly. At last they reached the sparse blonde triangle of her pussy hair and teased briefly there. A. Linehan was really busy this week, so I gladly accepted it. This was an emergency as far as I was concerned and I had heard that this doctor was the best in their field for this kind of thing. The surgery is a typical for a private one, built in a flat and I can see very good taste in the decoration. The light is indirect and very comfortable. I am reading one of the magazines, when the door opens and a beautiful woman with a white coat comes in to the room. ‘Please, Mr. O’Connor, follow me,’. “Ohh… Let me help you with that then,” she said.She picked up her glass with the only vodka in it and bent forward towards me. She was looking straight into my eyes. I could see her breasts crying for freedom from that blouse.She moved her face towards my belly, picked up one of the ice cubes with her delicious red lips, and put it in her glass. Her breasts were feathering my raging hard dick. She then moved her face back to my belly and put the other ice cube in her drink as well.All my. When she smiled, the whole world seemed a better place.When she entered a room, it usually got quiet and all eyes followed her. People just fell all over themselves trying to get to know her, and Mr. Jonathon Huntington Smyth was no exception. He walked right up to our group and introduced himself by name not as Judith's husband. Angela and I both caught this and Angela gave me a very evil smile as she turned to Mr. Jonathon Huntington Smyth. She became her charming self. She smiled, and batted.