Perfect, quite perfect" muttered Jeff, placing the stethoscope
all over her back. He placed it firmly below her left preteen
tittie and tried to look perfectly casual. "Good, good, no
ventricular flutters, nice and steady." His hand brushed her
little nipple. "Any problems here?" he asked, his finger stroking
it gently. "No sir, I don't think so" replied the girl, blushing
again. If the truth were known, it did feel awfully nice when he
did that, but of course, she couldn't say so!