[johnhenry@dr.com]

Originally Posted by postmanuk

Writing some 30 years later, this room, the smell, the buzz of the lights, comes vividly back.

She stood facing the mirror, or what she thought was a mirror, the older Doctor standing behind her, weighing her young English rose breasts in his hands, testing the nipples between his thumb and fore-finger with one hand traveling south and touching her pubic mound and running down her natural slit, where the doctor fondled her clitoris between her fingers

Thanks Postmanuk! Border crossings sure have changed over the last 30 years, and not for the better, might I add.