She closed hereyes and took in the pleasure ofhow good he was at turning her on.She reached for the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off of him,expos...ing his muscular body. Hestarted slowly kissing her lips again.He was still stroking her skin underher shirt, but he stopped doing thatand started to unbutton her top. While still kissing her, he went veryslowly, starting at the top button,near her boobs, and one by oneworking his way down to the lastbutton. He opened her top to reveala stunning. By the time I was 18, I had a whole chest filledwith female frillies. I used to wait till late at night when both mysister and mother had gone to sleep, and then I would get all dressed upfor a nice wanking session. I would put on stockings and my garter belt. Then I would slide a nice pair of sating panties up my legs after tuckingmy "package" away. Next would be a lacy padded bra to give me theillusion of some titties. A nice mini-skirt and satin blouse for thatslutty secretary look, and. I'd hope that they'd be personable and reassuring, that'd they'd go out of their way to make my experience more comfortable. While I'd want the doctors to be experts and experienced, I also wouldn't want them to be condescending. Bedside manner is important to me. Treat me like I'm intelligent. Treat me like I'm a person and not just a malady."Oh, and treat my friends and family with respect, as well. Having a loved one in the hospital can be traumatic for everyone. I'd want to know that they. Our union that night was our first, they way it was in our world. It was painful for her but I tried to be gentle. All was fine for several months, the nice mobile home Dad and I set up down by the old swimming hole was nice. I worked the farm like always, Patra did a fair job of keeping house and cooking, but she really was a bit out of her element. Sarah had gone off to college, I did miss her. It wasn’t long before Patra began to want things. Farm life is hard and different, there usually is.