"I'm just going to get the paediatrician in," said the midwife, somewhat seriously all of a sudden. "Just routine checks."A short time before these ev...ents, that is 'in much less than the blink of an eye' in cosmic terms, a discussion was going on outside the universe. Strictly speaking, this occurred in 'no time' at all - or in an infinity of time, if you like - neither before, after nor during the events above. However, to transpose it into the frame of reference of mortal existence, then it. Her body was like a moving art work. Semen was moving slowly downward all over her body. Fortunately my car was protected.I handed her cell phone and said, "Call Bobby." She looked horrified and said, "What?" "Call Bobby and tell him you are on your way to his place. Tell him that I am with you. Tell him about the pictures. Tell him no one will get hurt, but there will be some payback tonight."I drove in the right lane just at the low end of the speed limit. She was nervous and her. I’ve never owned a horse, though. I don’t really care about them either.”“Aw, I love cats! Do you have a picture of her?” Morgan asked, almost giddily.“Um, yeah, probably!” I replied, fishing my phone out of my lap and going through the pictures on my phone. Almost instantly, a picture of Taylor’s pussy flew up onto the screen, prompting me to less-than-subtly angle the phone away from Morgan. She wasn’t walking behind me so there was very little chance she saw, but it was still enough to scare. Perhaps an accident, or maybe just the normal rush hour traffic jam. I didn't know for sure, since this wasn't my usual stomping or driving grounds near dinnertime.I'd just completed my second impersonation of Dr. Fleischmann, the breast enlargement/reduction specialist. The first time had been in his office, with a prospective patient. This time, it was in Dr. Crumholtz's office with Miss Perfect Tits, Case number C-19871114-002, also known as Norma, Inga's best friend. By manipulating Dr..