Uski nangi chati mere saamne thi. Mene kaha tum Kambal me beth jaao me tumhare liye Mama ki T-shirt leke aati hun. Jab me vapas aayi to dekha ki Aatif...Kambal me nahi tha. Mene socha chala gaya hoga or mene room andar se band kar liya. Or itne me Aatif ne mujhe pakad liya. Uski nangi chaati ke chipka liya.Me boli ye kya hai or jor lagaane lagi but usne mje nahi chodda. Me bhi kaafi dino se nahi chudi thi to mene bhi jayada mana nahi kiya or khud ko Aatif ko sonp diya.Usne mere kurta turant nikal. ”“And?”“And what?”“You realize that when you needed advice about something, you called Jennifer. I have no idea what it was, but I could tell you were going to call someone for advice.”“I stopped to talk to Bethany on my way home, as well.”“Then it’s about Stephanie. Those are the girls you would talk to in that case. But if you’re getting advice from Jennifer, then does that mean you trust her again?”Did it? If so, it was far sooner than I’d thought possible. And yet, I had gone to her for. Whilst still sitting on the opposite sofa his hand went inside his pants for a sly stroke (in case of a returning girlfriend) this went on for a couple of minutes and MrsC was extremely excited and very wet, and because of her blowjob skills and the situation we were in I was close to cumming, our friend grinning from ear to ear had slipped his cock out but we had not noticed at first, but when MrsC did she stopped and turned to me saying it was not fair, I replied by saying his girlfriend was. I say, "Um.. If you think that could help". She hands me a gown and instructs me to strip from the waist down, including underwear. She says she'll be back in a bit and leaves the examination room. She's gone a long time. What is she doing? Multi-tasking with another patient? Catching up on email? Here I am wearing nothing but a t-shirt and one of those horrible gowns that opens in the back, sitting on a paper-covered examination table in a cold room, waiting for what seems like 10 minutes for.