Kara wasn’t interesting anymore, I knew she’d have thingies of her own pretty soon. Mature sex Me? Sniffles might be good, but then I wouldn’t be able to hear as well. A pretty translucent turquoise color. “I’m not really sure. We both spazzed on the floor, clutching each other, covered in sweat and blue goo, and grunted and moaned. “Um, Kara…” I couldn’t think of a graceful way to ask. Kara turned back to her counter. I cramped up again, worse this time, and swallowed heavily while trying to disguise my discomfort. Beth. And I’ll be assisting with part of the exam, anyway. Tracy, you just slide out of your clothes and put on this gown” — a generous assessment of the thin, pale blue garment lying on the table — “and we’ll get started!”
She started puttering with some stuff atop the counter running along that wall.
