Friday. On the way home from the supermarket, as usual, I stopped by my old friend Sylvia. Sylvia, a bright brunette, with curvy figures and a rather narrow waist, is a gynecologist, 36 years old woman. The white robe hugged her huge full breasts, the nipples of which stuck out under the fabric. Sylvia rarely wore bras and once admitted to me that she enjoyed having her nipples rub against the rough fabric of her robe. We had been chatting for half an hour, but there were still no visitors. Finally, there was a knock on the door.

Sylvia put on a gauze mask.

"Yes Yes".

A young girl of about eighteen or nineteen appeared at the door. The thin dress hugged her small, but firm and protruding breasts.

“Come in, don’t be shy,” said Sylvia. "What are you complaining about?"

“I’m fine,” the girl answered and then blurted out...

“My hymen has burst, and I need a certificate stating that I am a girl. I have a very strict dad. And I’m going to get married... Here... I will pay you as ... continue reading