He wasstill not 100% sure that his patient was indeed Summer Bryce, and it wasonly by some degrees of detective work that he was able to track downany...one that might possibly know her.The only thing he could do, he thought, at this juncture, a seemingimpasse, was to change tack, in a hope to engender sympathy. Even if notfor Summer, then maybe for his plight. He spoke again with his best softpersuasive voice."Mrs Ashwood. I need your help. I have a patient here. I believe her tobe Summer Bryce.. He felt so big, but he was so patient and so sweet all at the same time.The gentle rocking motion and the delicate time he took allowed my stinging ass to better take him in, but it definitely hurt like nothing I'd ever experienced.I finally felt him all the way inside of me after what seemed like twenty slow minutes of thrust foreplay. He stopped his movement now and just rubbed my insanely hard cock, teasing my tight balls with his fingertips. He was completely in me now as he ran rivulets. I need you to see something." Haven't I seen enough, Charlene? What do you want me to see, more pictures of you fucking teenage boys?" Please, Mark, if you'll be patient I can explain everything."She took off her coat. My eyes bugged out at the outfit she was wearing. It was a skimpy corset that revealed most of her breasts. She had a short skirt on and obviously wasn't wearing panties. My heart stopped. With her excitement and attire I braced myself for more pictures of her having sex with God. He was happy to see me, but still an undeniable sadness hung in his eyes. He hugged me closely, and thanked me for coming over on such a short notice. He offered me to have coffee and ice cream on his terrace; an irresistible combination with that hot weather. We had a good chitchat about nothing in particular. I was convinced that mentioning his lost wife would have been crude and indecent, so I eventually let him come to the subject from alone. He told me about the emptiness he sometimes felt.