Thanks for the tender loving care II

My whole world was different. Ever since nurse Cady had opened my eyes (as well as her pussy), I was seeing things in a new light. I'd never give much attention to her before, but now I was compelled to study her in a new way. She was tall and slim. Her breasts were small but their existence was undeniable. Her hips had no discernible curve beneath the plain skirt she wore, but there was a hint of a womanly shape there. Her ass may not have had the pronounced voluptuousness, but there was an ass under that fashion less dress all the same. I tried to imagine Mrs. Hughes' pussy. Was it hairy? Did she trim it to a neat triangle, or did she shave it bald? Even though she was skinny, I envisioned her having had huge, meaty pussy lips. That stick out whether she was swollen with desire or not. Big, fat, floppy, gnarly pussy flaps just waiting to be spread open by a horny boy like me. As Mrs. Hughes plumbed the depths of Holden's psyche, I wondered if she liked sucking her husband's.