As she turned around I did not let go of her hand and she made no objection to it as she escorted me to the bedroom. “You have a indian beautiful apartment here Kelly” I said as I am staring at her ass in those pants. She thanked me as she turned her head around to me as I didn’t hide the fact I was looking at her ass. “I’m glad you like it” she smiled. “Mhmm” was all I could mutter. As we entered the bedroom I let go of her hand as I see Mr. Coleman on his bed talking on the phone. I approach him and extend my hand to introduce myself. We exchange pleasantries and then we get down to business. My function as a wound care nurse is more like a consultant. I do provide wound care to my patients, but I am more of an educator for the family members who perform the wound care daily to make sure they are doing it correctly and to identify if any infection is present. There are times when I do see a patient daily but that is based on several factors such as severity of the wound, special equipment that has been ordered and finally how a patient is paying for treatment. Not to bore you but like most things in life, in healthcare if you have the money you can get any service you want but if you leave it up to insurance companies you are approved for a pre-set number of visits. As Mr. Coleman is lying on his stomach I inspected the wound and found Kelly has done a great job overall. “Kelly, you have followed instructions very well on how to take care of this wound. It is healing nicely” I marveled. Mr. Coleman turned and reached for her hand to kiss it and said, “That ‘s my baby. She takes good care of me.” Kelly blushed, smiled and replied, “Thank you James. You are very sweet.” I nodded my head at her, but I had a sinister idea that popped in my head. What will Kelly let me do? How far will she let me go? Let’s find out. As I took all the packing gauze from Mr. Coleman’s wound I asked Kelly to come around to my side of the bed. I instructed Mr. Coleman to lay on his left side so Kelly and I can get better access to his wound, but I did it, so he wouldn’t notice what I would be doing behind his back to his wife. I point to the surrounding area of Mr. Coleman’s wound which has some red marks. “You see this area Kelly?” I asked. As she bent over to look at David’s wound her halter top let loose a little and I could see her breast clear as day as I stood amateur beside her. She was wearing no bra. Kelly looked up at me and she could see where my eyes were focused on. She did not attempt to cover up. Are you shy around women?” and she was teasing him because she knew better. Now I ent thick or nowt but I couldn’t make head or tail o menu so I thought I woud ask waiter. He pumped his hips steadily into her now, thrusting over and over. You're huge." My hand squeezed down hard on the ruby, the facets biting into my palms. He took my hand from my mouth and placed it by my side. "Yes, but those would be satyrs from birth, this one in particular we believe was human born and then transformed to a satyr," Gretchen explained, "We have reason to believe Djall is the same deity indian as Dionysus as worshipped by the ancient Greeks as the god of grape harvest, winemaking and wine itself, ritual madness, fertility, and religious ecstasy." When my cock split off the side member to move up into and past her cervix, she was beside herself in agreement with that, and when I dumped my DNA load into the womb chamber, not one but three eggs were released and came down to converse with my sperm there and interview them amateur as to which would partner with each egg. Your daddy's going to have to punish her.” “Oh fuck, I can’t resist that.” I said and started cumming; and it was a very intense one.