Sexy Tits

"What happened this time, Ken?" a soft voice asked. It was Mrs. Unbelievable, a young and very attractive volunteer worker I first met when I had my nose broken a couple years back, and who I last saw a few months ago when my friendly doctor finally fixed the hernia left over from my 'Big Brother' days. "I think my arm and a couple of my fingers are broke this time." I replied, lifting my left hand up and forgetting all about the gown. Although it hurt like hell and tears came to my eyes, I wanted to show her it beat the shit out of getting kicked in the nuts again. "That looks painful so why don't you put your hand back in your lap, and we'll get you over to X-ray." When her gentle fingers wrapped themselves around my wrist to place my hand down, the pain disappeared. I suddenly became aware of two things. Her tits! Those magnificent, missile-shaped mountains of flesh were almost poking me in the eyes. I could even see the white lace covering them up beneath her blouse. "You can cut my hand off, just don't move." I found myself mumbling. Luckily, Mrs. Bountiful-Boobs misinterpreted my words. "You're such a baby! Of course we have to move you. If your arm and fingers really are broken, the doctor will have to reset them but I promise he won't have to amputate your hand." I almost jumped out of the wheelchair when I felt her hands on my thighs, trying to close the gown.


