Sherrie grins, knowingly. Her small, tender grin reminds me of my mother’s she reserves for spilled milk and skinned knees. Sherrie holds a blue pla...stic gel bag. She squeezes it nimbly; her fingers massage and turn it, finger and probe it as though the bag could enjoy these sensations. Sherrie’s breathing makes her collar bone rise and fall. The door closes behind her. Now my own breathing is reverberated. Sherrie moves to me, places the cooling bag on my clavicle. Tapping my shoulder, she adds. I lost myself in her. Inhaling her scent and licking from the top of her clit right down to her puckered anus.She moaned and writhed and as I looked up I saw Dave had moved alongside to watch. They smiled at each other. They both wanted this, they had needed this for years. I watched them kiss and looked to see Dave's cock hardening again. Impressive recovery for a guy in his sixties.“Take it to her mouth!” I told him and he immediately did so.Here were my sexy in laws having oral in front of. In a flash he was on her. He got on top of her small body in seconds and forced the struggling girl's arms above her head. He held them there by her wrists with one hand while he practically spit in her face, screaming and cursing and letting all the frustrations he'd been feeling lately boil to the surface.She never cried, though. Despite her obvious fear all the little slut did was squirm and clench her eyes shut and struggle her body around in a vain attempt to dislodge him. And after his. Nick and I go through a door into the waiting room. I pick up a new paper and try to read. I cannot take my eyes off the door. I want so badly for the doctor to walk through it. Nick is sitting next to me with his hand on my leg. I look at the clock and only ten minutes pass. "You want some coffee?" Nick asks. "No I need something stronger." "Well coffee is all you are getting now." Nick disappears I around the corner. I smile at him as he looks back at me. I look out the front door and I see.