Miss: Jodee slips and falls down.

She laughs. "Ms. Banks? Call me Jodee. Nurse Jodee if you like."

The curvy, ponytailed redhead bends down over your penis and opens her mouth. Her breasts are a nice bonus view inside her brightly patterned scrub top. You sigh as she takes over the job Patty had left unfinished.

Jodee wiggles her hips as she gets down to business. She has a fine pair of buns inside those plain scrub pants. Damn that broken leg.

"Jodee," you say. "Feels so good."

"Mm, mmm," she replies, mouth full.

You can't move much, but as you roll your shoulders and tilt your head from side to side, you catch a whiff of Dr. Breedlove's damp-crotched panties from under your pillow.

"Put your hand inside your panties, touch yourself," you tell her.

Jodee squirms, readjusts her weight on the bed, and works a hand under the waistband of her scrub pants.

"Ummnnhh, unhh," she sighs through her nose. From the loud squishy sounds of her fingers on her pussy, she's wet and turned on. The pink blush in her cheeks and ears testifies the same.

"Give me your fingers, let me taste you," you say.

"UmmmMMMHHH!" Jodee groans. Her body stiffens and her hips pump up and down as a climax catches her. Her feet slip and she falls to the ground with a shriek of "SHIT!", a heavy thump, and a clatter of scattered objects.

And your wet cock swinging in the breeze.

At least you didn't fall this time.

You look over the edge of the bed.

"Jodee?" you say.