A few years ago I had a mountain bike crash and I got a piece of wood embedded in my knee. I didn't want to deal with it myself so I made an appointment to see my doc - a woman who isn't too old and nice looking. She had me remove my pants so that she could see the knee. I sat on the edge of the examining table and she sat on a low stool - with my knee at her eye level.
She had a lowish-cut sweater on. As she poked at my knee I could see down inside the sweater and into her bra. She had smallish but nice tits and they sat there in the bra with some room to spare. I could just imagine sliding a hand down between her tit and her bra and feeling those babies. They were beauties and probably very soft.
She announced that she thought she should leave the piece of wood alone as trying to get it out might hurt me. Her fine tits were all the anesthetic I needed for her to carry on. I said, no, carry on as it's not hurting at all. She dug prodded and poked, totally engrossed in what she was doing while all the time I was ogling the view down inside her bra.
Finally she came up with the piece of wood in her tweezers. For a moment, both of us had wood.
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