.The good doctor was having fun too he had fantasized about Patricia's pussy for a long time now and he was finally getting to fuck her though it was ...for treatment reasons he wondered if maybe she might want to keep doing it after she was cured maybe see him socially yeah that would be nice with her on his arm he would look great anywhere and he really liked her a lot which made it even better...Patricia began to cum as he rubbed her G-Spot he was going to make her cum like she had never cum. . When I woke up, I noticed that my beard was gone. I have had a beard for 10 years now and now it was gone. Since I did not shave myself I must have somehow switched places with the Dr. Frank Manson of this world. Apparently the Frank Mason of this world didn't choose to wear a beard! If I can switch with the Frank Mason of this world, then someone else must be able to switch with me as well. To inform the next Dr Frank I will attach a note to the mirror. Please leave this on it to. “What are you doing here? I thought you had to work.” I said as she hopped off the trunk so I could open it. “What? Cant I support my darling sister for her assured second place finish?” “Gee thanks.” Sammy just snickered behind me as she looked over at the rail that Mai was leaning over. “Want me to push her over that rail?” She asked with a wicked grin. “I can make it look like an accident.” “Nah I’d find it much more gratifying to push her over the rail myself. But there are too many. The fantasy prelude to these sessions was always so much easier than the moment of reality. She feared rejection and ridicule. Behind the make-up was a frightened and insecure human. Her sexual excitement vanished. She reached for her ever present glass of wine and drew deeply. She began to dress, her choice of sheer clothing would serve as both an enticement and would cover the body parts she was terrified of exposing. Anna could feel the effects of the wine and the mild tranquilizer she had.