Can you call a taxi, my friends are all ignoring me now.’ Miranda promptly dialed the local taxi service that ran to and from Montreal. ’15 minut...es hun, will that be enough time to get your things?’ Miranda asked with a note of concern to her voice. ‘Yeah, I already got them down her with me. If Mike comes back this is his.’ I heard the clink of metal on the counter. ‘I won’t keep it since I broke his heart while wearing it and it kills me just to see it.’ ‘Of course hun, that is a beautiful. I nodded, and she immediately parted her thighs very wide. There, in its glistening glory, was that mound of mons moss - glittering in the light of the train. It appeared she was at least somewhat wet. I licked my lips once more, then fluttered the tongue tip as a direct, unmistakable invitation. Her hands went to her cunt, with one set of fingers spreading her cunt lips open - and the fingers of the other hand simultaneously rubbing her clit and penetrating her wet portal.I felt my cock begin. “Let me find it and pay for it. I will be right back.” So I found the shaving supplies and brought it to the desk at the Quick Health Center. Now, sitting at the desk was another nurse that I hadn’t seen before. “Where is Cindy?” I asked. “She was going to help me.” “Cindy got a phone call and had to leave on an emergency call. My name is Jane. I can help you out.” “But I wanted her to do something special for me,” I complained. “I am a nurse and have shaved pubic hair before. You have nothing. Ours seemed to revolve around sex. She had surgery about a year ago, and with the none activity of recovery, and the steroids the doctor had prescribed to aid healing. She had gained a few pounds, and her sex drive was gone. Not that it was really anything too erotic in the first place. Sex for my wife was planned to the tee. The towels had to be in place, the candles lit, and everyone had to have a shower. It took me a few years to even get her mouth close to my prick, and even then, she spit.