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Unfortunately, your friend Jaylen had to be admitted to the hospital because his blood sugar levels were too high (he was able to walk there and admit himself, but after checking his vitals he was assigned a bed).
He didn't realize it at the time, but he would be a resident there for the next 6 weeks, but he developed a good relationship with the staff so that eased his mind.
The medical staff was able to get his blood sugar levels down, but his stay was extended due to an ulcer that had reopened under his foot (this situation required further treatment).
Enter Nurse Bukawski, she explained how they would clean out the wound and that would take time. Then they wanted the wound to heal properly before he was able to start walking again.
Jaylen listened attentively (no he didn't, and to be totally honest he told you that he didn't hear a word she said because he was under the spell of her titties)
By the third week, Jaylen was making good progress, but he couldn't stop thinking about Nurse Bukawski, and to exacerbate the situation he would have visions of Nurse Bukawski in his dreams.
In his dream she would take him into this special room for therapy, but she would more than just his foot.
Going into his 5th week he got a big surprise when Nurse Bukawski walked into his room and told him that she would be his "Night Nurse" for the week (she was covering for someone).
Later that morning Jaylen hear a strange whisper, which he assumed was the television. However, he looked up and realized it was Nurse Bukawski, and she told him to listen carefully.
If anyone ask you had an accident and she had to clean you up in the shower and change your bedding.
Then she took him in the bathroom and he found out his foot and other things were a lot stronger than he imagined.
He didn't realize it at the time, but he would be a resident there for the next 6 weeks, but he developed a good relationship with the staff so that eased his mind.
The medical staff was able to get his blood sugar levels down, but his stay was extended due to an ulcer that had reopened under his foot (this situation required further treatment).
Enter Nurse Bukawski, she explained how they would clean out the wound and that would take time. Then they wanted the wound to heal properly before he was able to start walking again.
Jaylen listened attentively (no he didn't, and to be totally honest he told you that he didn't hear a word she said because he was under the spell of her titties)
By the third week, Jaylen was making good progress, but he couldn't stop thinking about Nurse Bukawski, and to exacerbate the situation he would have visions of Nurse Bukawski in his dreams.
In his dream she would take him into this special room for therapy, but she would more than just his foot.
Going into his 5th week he got a big surprise when Nurse Bukawski walked into his room and told him that she would be his "Night Nurse" for the week (she was covering for someone).
Later that morning Jaylen hear a strange whisper, which he assumed was the television. However, he looked up and realized it was Nurse Bukawski, and she told him to listen carefully.
If anyone ask you had an accident and she had to clean you up in the shower and change your bedding.
Then she took him in the bathroom and he found out his foot and other things were a lot stronger than he imagined.
Many moons ago you used to work part-time delivering medication for a Pharmacy located on the Upper East side of Manhattan (which was a high rent district so the tips were decent). You looked forward to going upstairs to the apartments in some of those buildings on Fifth Avenue and Park Avenue because the residents there were usually from "Old money" (that didn't guarantee that the tips would be good, but you kept hope alive).
One day around the Christmas holiday season, you were making your final delivery around 7:00 PM to Mrs. Walters, who resided in a high rise apartment on 72nd Street near Third Avenue. Mrs. Walters was probably very attractive when she was younger and to be honest she still had some sex appeal. It became apparent that her husband didn't feel the same way, you would soon discover.
Since it was Friday, you figured you would drop off her package and then catch the train home, and see what your friends might have planned. You had no idea that you would be playing Mrs. Walters therapist (considering you were still in High school) ; nevertheless, you sat there and listened attentively as she complained about her husband (Mr. Walters spent a lot of time away from home on "business," she felt "business" was a code word for him fooling around with other women).
As you sat there, you recall she offered you a drink, but you declined and took a soda instead while she had a Martini (yeah, just like James Bond in the movies). Then a second and a third Martini, and you noticed that her behavior became more aggressive, but in a good way.
She gave you a massage and rubbed your neck, shoulders and upper back, all the while you could feel her tits rubbing on your back also.
Well, let's just say that when you got home you were extremely tired and didn't have the strength or energy to call your friends to see what they were doing tonight.
However, you will have some story to tell them about what you did tonight.
One day around the Christmas holiday season, you were making your final delivery around 7:00 PM to Mrs. Walters, who resided in a high rise apartment on 72nd Street near Third Avenue. Mrs. Walters was probably very attractive when she was younger and to be honest she still had some sex appeal. It became apparent that her husband didn't feel the same way, you would soon discover.
Since it was Friday, you figured you would drop off her package and then catch the train home, and see what your friends might have planned. You had no idea that you would be playing Mrs. Walters therapist (considering you were still in High school) ; nevertheless, you sat there and listened attentively as she complained about her husband (Mr. Walters spent a lot of time away from home on "business," she felt "business" was a code word for him fooling around with other women).
As you sat there, you recall she offered you a drink, but you declined and took a soda instead while she had a Martini (yeah, just like James Bond in the movies). Then a second and a third Martini, and you noticed that her behavior became more aggressive, but in a good way.
She gave you a massage and rubbed your neck, shoulders and upper back, all the while you could feel her tits rubbing on your back also.
Well, let's just say that when you got home you were extremely tired and didn't have the strength or energy to call your friends to see what they were doing tonight.
However, you will have some story to tell them about what you did tonight.
Those titties are magnificent.
Great googly moogly!
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