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England’s erotic sides from the practice of a country doctor. Robert came to England as a medical student in 1959 for an internship with a country doctor. The position had a one in front of him aunt conveyed in which he had also learned to fluid English. Since he knew nothing about his future boss, he had been told that he should look for an older black Morris with which he would be picked up at the ferry port. So Robert was surprised that Dr.
Cleo Hutton was an attractive lady in the mid thirties. Her husband was a lawyer with a spoils and office in London, in the fifties and rarely at home. Arrived in the doctor’s house, Robert was from the housekeeper Selma – for him MRS. Harris – welcomed and instructed in the customs. MRS. Harris looked cool and taciturn on him. She might be around fifty. With her stiff black dress and the white apron, she looked old.
“Surely the lady leads a strict regiment,” thought Robert initially. Later it seemed to him that the boss was a warm relationship with Selma. II. There was no medical assistant in the house. The intern should be done with these tasks on the side. Also as a chauffeur during visits to the sick and for private errands, he soon served his doctor after he quickly got used to the left -hand traffic. Robert found the practice boring for the first few days: nothing special.
But then he should have a home search with dr. Hutton, who had actually been considered a bedridden old gentleman, examined the farmer’s daughter for her menstrual complaints. “Why this pretty young girl?“Robert wondered, but very much looked up not to show anything when he stopped her stomach. In practice too. Hutton strikingly often when patients had to be examined. Their strict supervision could not be overlooked. III. Robert also felt supervised by the house lady.
Already in the first few days she was not afraid to enter the bathroom when he was in the tub. The concern for fresh underwear for Robert gave her, so she said occasion. So she made no effort to withdraw quickly. MRS. Harris took care of this and that, also bent down to wipe up a puddle and gave Robert Freiebahrt under her skirt, on her salmon-colored suspenders and her blue-silk kinkers.
The hot bathroom, this sight: a visible reaction of Robert could not fail to. Apparently worried about his erection Selma noticed: “I am afraid that I have to report Ms. Doctor …” He had already forgotten the incident, when Robert was at dinner from the question: “Which patient was so excited in my thoughts, Robert”? So Selma had told her. Robert was relieved when his boss did not deepen the topic. He would have to take care. IV. That was already evident in the morning in practice.
With a wide smile greeted him dr. Hutton and asked for a cup of tea. When he served this, she said without looking out of the patient file: “There was a leaf down there. Would you look?“Robert bent out, but saw nothing. “Since under the table!“So he crawled under the desk to see after a file, but looked more on the Schösnen Legs his boss. She granted him a look under her skirt that hit him into the mark.
The white thighs, the mocca brown nylons, … and deceived himself or really wore it no panties? “What do you actually do down there, Robert?“He heard the doctor’s voice cutting. A little later she called him into the treatment room, where an attractive patient was in the bodice. Very objectively discussed Dr. Hutton, which could cause the women’s back pain. As soon. Hutton: “Where her erection, Robert from? Still from the view under my skirt or because of the half -naked patient?“In the evening, just when Selma brought a plate with a delicious sandwiches, DR asked DR.
Hutton: “Masturbate often?“Robert became deep red. “So: yes,” the doctor continued. “Selma, I think we should do something. “” What does that mean, “Robert went through his head, but he didn’t dare to say anything. V. At first there was rest: no further objections. Two days later, Robert was in the bathroom again. Uninvited concerned Selma fresh towels. He was almost used to that now. But what did that mean? “You should go to MRS.
Hutton come. “She didn’t say anything else, not even when he asked. “Would you go out so that I can dry myself?“He asked hesitantly. “Don’t have yourself! I help them, ”replied Selma. Then she pushed him, he was just able to tie a cloth around his hip, into the next room. In walking she had turned his hands on her back and wrapped a fabric band around his joints. “What did I do?“Robert thought.
The towel was drunk out, he stepped dr. Hutton opposite. At first he hadn’t seen her at all because she was sitting in a high armchair that stood on the door with the backrest. In the weak glow of a floor lamp, she had nestled in the armchairs. She straightened her legs casually stretched out and waved closer to Robert. Selma, who was still holding his hands, vigorously pulled the towel away. Steeply protruded his standard in front of the boss.
She pushed up her underwear, let him stand between her legs that are shiny by finely shiny nylons and stroked with delicate, cool Finger About his limb, grazed his bag with the long fingernails, … Robert felt a tingling sensation that became more and more intense. “If they at least the towel …,” he thought, but Selma was still holding his hands, no tangle. The experienced cleo had correctly interpreted his sigh and caught his thick, sticky jet in her hollow hand.
“Selma, you will certainly get that back,” she noticed casually and went over to the bathroom. “There,” grumbled Selma and pointed to a bed that stood in the middle of the room in the middle of the room. Robert obeyed. Despite the hands tied on his back, he managed to lay on the bed without causing stains. With a warm rag, Selma woses his member. It had relaxed a bit while the housekeeper was briefly in the bathroom.
In her determined grip, however, he stretched again. Selma washed him very thoroughly, found Robert. The thought seduced him to pull a hand out of the loop and carefully spread over Selma’s dress. Along the leg, carefully pushed up the skirt hem, feel the edge of the stocking, along the straps … “What do you allow yourself! I have to ask, ”she only said now. He was sure that it wasn’t meant that wirly, but quickly pulled his hand back.
Selma instructed him to let his hands tie on his back again. Right now Cleo stepped back into the room. Without a word she stepped onto the bed, pulled her underwear up and sat down on Robert’s thighs. Your shell very close to his plump stick. Robert stared at the dark, framed by white suspenders, the rosy glossy lips, between which his member should disappear immediately. Cleo started with a slight hip swing, keeping out until she rode her peak in a tight trot, a finger at her pleasure point.
Just as Robert exploded, she grabbed his violent tail and steered the cream on his stomach. “Selma looked at it all?“Was his first thought when Cleo had left. Anyway, she was gone and he had to wash himself this time. Vi. A week later, Robert was sent to a patient to deliver medicine that the doctor’s pharmacist had given. Robert was looking forward to driving across the country when the weather is nice.
He rang on a romantic, ivy -covered little house: Mrs. Shelly. He wanted to go again, when the door opened. The lady looked through the gap very carefully, but then let him enter it in a friendly smile. Now he saw why she was so shy. She was wearing a negligee, but was carefully styled. She had just put herself? When they from the dark hallway into Living room Job, he noticed that her thin housekeeper let her noble lace underwear shouted through.
“Take a cup of tea?“If you are asked in England on almost every short visit. Rarely Robert nodded so eagerly. MRS. Shelly was certainly around forty, an attractive elegant woman, and very friendly. During tea she didn’t chat for long about the weather. Then she moved to the sofa next to Robert. He was sure she was interested. When he put his hand on her knee, she came towards him, the Negligée gaped up, slipped off her shoulder.
Robert put his arm around her. His hand stroked her stockings, between the straps tapes. She didn’t wore a panties under her top, satin corsage. “Kiss me there,” she gasped, and sank to the sofa. Her hands slipped over her thighs that Robert was clear what she was expecting from him. He kissed her toes, which shimmered red by the light nylon stockings, then higher and higher until he tenderly bite into her soft, white meat.
Her fragrance fabrics him. Already he felt her fine fluff, grazed her lips, careful, cautiously, kissed her tongue and pushed his tongue more and more violently against her bud. MRS. Shelly’s pencil confirmed him that he was on the right track. And suddenly she pressed her thighs together, clawed on Robert’s hair and groaned deep. Then she pushed him away. Robert did not hesitate to pick up his portion now. As she breathlessly and with your eyes closed, he hurriedly pulled out your shirt and pants.
“Unfortunately, that doesn’t work,” Mrs whispered him. Shelly but too. “You will make me another baby. “But she grabbed his organ lovingly and worked it out with her fine hands. “Do you like that?“He did not need to answer this question. It showed her a magnificent fountain from his member. VII. Sir George Hutton, the lawyer, would spend the next weekend at home. Then Robert was surprised that MRS. Hutton wanted to take the tea with a friend on Saturday.
The afternoon was very quiet at all, no sound in the house. Robert Las. Was the Sir George who came the stairs here? who else. Soon afterwards Robert heard someone talking, louder and louder. He carefully opened his room door a gap. It came from further back in the house. Who commanded Sir George around there?Robert hesitantly stepped onto the hallway. The door to the room next to the bathroom was not entirely closed, just so that he could take a look into it.
In the riding suit the host was there, Selma bent over the large armchair in front of him, her black house dress pushed up, the panties had slipped down to half mast. Sir George had only opened his slot and put her vigorously. So that was his weekend pleasure. Also mrs. Harris got their money’s worth. When he sprayed her bare butt, Selma dropped her skirt and knelt in front of Sir George on the wooden floorboards. Robert devoured aside.
Selma had certainly seen him through the door gap. But he still wanted to risk a look. Selma was very busy with her master’s lance clean lick. So Robert was able to withdraw completely. VII. On Monday Robert was asked to see the city after a patient. He quickly found the row house and was by the Wife the patient embedded. The man was in a small room under the roof and he was better than expected.
His wife was apparently much younger than him and of mighty stature. When she accompanied the stairs behind the young assistant, she noticed: “You could do something for me?”” Gladly, “nodded Robert, and before he could ask what it was about, she pulled him into the room right next to the front door. She ties up her blouse and asks him to make it quickly as long as the old one would not be suspicious. She quickly raised her skirt, climbed out of the panties and sat on the edge of a narrow sofa.
In doing so, she pulled her long hip holder up in the middle so that Robert could get where she wanted to have him. “You probably expected me,” asked Robert jokingly when he felt her wet column. With short, violent bumps she returned his attacks. So it couldn’t take long for him to cut his cargo with her. He hardly had time to stow his Schwengel, when she pushed him out into the hallway and said: “Well, you will find out.
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