"I see." Margaret hesitated again. "Patty I'm going to ask you some very personal questions now. How often do you think about fucking and sucking in the course of a given day?" "A great deal." "Does your cunt usually respond to these thoughts by becoming moist and swollen?" "Yes." "Was you cunt moist and swollen when you first allowed your son to fuck you?" "Yes." "Could it be true that you want your son to have sex with you?" Margret questioned. "But then just tell Walter that it makes you feel guilty?" "That might be true." "The questions I'm asking now, are they making your pussy feel wet and hot?" Patty flushed with embarrassment. "I guess." "I think it would be good if I took a close look at your cunt, Patty." Margaret held up her hand, as if to stem off a possible objection. "Don't worry. I have a degree in physical therapy," she said. "I'm just going to inspect it, Patty. All you have to do is pull down your pants and let me have a look." Patty thought about this for a moment, but by then Margaret's stream of sex-oriented questions had made her pussy so itchy and horny that she was too distracted to object. realamateur She rose to her feet, kicking off her shoes and pulling her jeans off. Now all she had on were her panties. Patty sat back down on the couch, pulling the cotton bikini panties off of her rounded little ass, exposing her hairy pussy mound to the therapist. "You have a great deal of pussy hair," Margaret observed. Margaret knelt on the floor in front of her. Patty blushed as she let the counselor spread her long legs wide apart, completely opening her wet, curly-haired pussy. Margaret leaned close, pushing her face between Patty's legs. Then she ran her fingers up Patty's inner thigh, wiggling one between the pouting lips of Patty's extremely horny cunt. "Does that feel good?" Margaret indian asked. She began moving the finger briskly in desi and out. "OOhhhh my!" "You lubricate very easily, Patty. I've only just begun to touch it, and it's already dripping. It's very warm and swollen as well." Margaret pushed in a second finger. "Does this feel better?" It was after two in the morning. Sandy's tongue danced around her lips cleaning the moisture flowing out of her cunt. Terry had the pendant in his hand he was realamateur twirling it as Ethan sat down, two or three minutes later his eyes were fixed on it. Aurora was sleeping on indian the floor, a leash attached to her collar, the end tied around the post of my bed. If you help me by doing what I ask we can play every day. I kind of wanted to have her in the bed and lie beside her and then just fuck her when I felt like it. I slid my tongue up over her clit. I was so close to Tracy, she must've heard them. Then I found the start of her pussy lips. You will find no men who can satiate you more than Turlough and Conleth.” The situation seemed almost unbelievable to Michael. Now clad only in boots, gloves and panties, she looked ready for action, her perky pink nipples poking out like coat-hooks. The house was empty and there was a note on the floor. “Ms. Morgan are you telling me that you desi made $65,000 tonight alone?” Sgt. Johnson said in a state of shock. She began to rub my dick which, even through my shorts, felt very intense. Well, that’s what I called it after a career in the federal government even though the sign said “City of Bascomb’s Landing Municipal Garage.” I spoke to the supervisor and asked for an inventory of the police department vehicles, commenting that I would not be using Chief Wilson’s vehicle. Fuck you, I’m cumming!” Raksha gasped. Julie kept her face serene and studied the Israeli drill sergeant carefully, the name Ziva was sewn on a flash patch above one breast of the skin-tight tee shirt she wore showing her sports bra under.