She doesn’t wear any make up, and is still not hard on the eyes at all. If she would take the time to do herself up, she’d be quite a knock out. ...Dr. Comstock entered the room five or so minutes later. As usual, she greeted me with nice big smile and a hello. I couldn’t help but notice what she was wearing. She had on a light blue turtle neck, which was fitted tightly against her body, allowing you to see the shape of her body very well. Her breasts were the perfect size, and this shirt. I only ate the crisscross.We didn't speak for a while. I could hear the partying going on outside. Then I heard voices.Hillary came into the kitchen, and was shocked. "Oh, hey. Um ... I'm just getting another bottle of soda."I nodded."Hi Luke," she said as she passed him."Hey," he muttered as he ate another crisscross.We waited. She hurried.I could feel myself getting more and more upset as I ate and broke the pretzels. My eyes started itching, and I kept sniffling. My eyes started tearing. I. We all seem to love getting naked and playing with our cocks, watching other guys get hard and cum. In fact I actually get turned on just saying or writing the word "masturbation".--not sure why--maybe because it was so taboo when I was growing up?I'm not sure my cock would have survived when I was 18 if I had internet porn and astroglide lube. Don't know how young guys these days keep their cocks in their pants with all the temptation out there.My wife does know I masturbate "occasionally" but. Whether that was from the cold, or the flutter of excitement she felt in her stomach, she was not quite sure. Maybe a little of both. She could just see her parted legs, and the hard chair she was seated on. There was a darkness between her thighs, mostly in shadow, the curly hair and lack of light made the details fade into obscurity, but she could feel a slight dampness.How long had she been here? it may have been ten minutes, it could have been the entire day, time had no meaning at this.