"We should go to the bedroom," I said, standing up. "We'll all be more comfortable, and—" I looked Doctor Caruthers in the eye, "—you'll be able to see everything much better."
She gulped and nodded, and she and my mother stood. I walked around the table and led the way. I knew I was nervous, and I didn't want them to see my face until I got it under control. They were both too nervous as it was. By the time I got to the bed and turned around, I was able to give them a confident smile as I undressed for them. When I peeled my shorts and boxers down my legs, my erect c**k popped up proudly in front of me.
"That is a really nice d**k," Doctor Caruthers breathed.
I wanted to her ask about that. Stacy had said the same thing to Patricia, and I had to wonder what made mine "really nice." Thi
