‘Oh Doc, if this is your idea of therapy, sign me up for a lifetime membership!’ he cracked, his face now showing a little less control. She stood...up straight again and removed her heels. Then she turned and sat down on the desk as she pulled one of her stocking-covered legs up to her body and then raised it into the air. ‘You’re not a foot man are you?’ she asked, as she held her leg up with one hand and pointed her foot. ‘I’ll fuck your feet or anything else you got, Doc.’ he replied, an edgy. "You have done yourself up so beautifully tonight, Kristen, it is almost a shame to take this outfit off of you. I'm sure, though, that what's underneath is even more lovely." When he grasped the bottom of her sweater and started to pull up, she came out of her trance."Oh, no, no! I can't do this. Stop, please!"This was the critical point, and he hated to do it but he became firm. "Yes, Kristen! You can and you will. You must." As gently as he could, he finished with the sweater, trying very. I DID and moved my face to inches away from it. My girlfriends and I had talked about fucking without calling it that. We talked about boy's cock without calling it that. One of them knew they got hard, but I learned that night that hard and soft could be there at the same time." He asked if he could take a closer look at my pussy. I nodded my head and said a quiet, 'yes'. He knelt on the floor and moved my legs apart. His hands on my thighs made my whole body shiver. My cunt was engorged. It turned him on so much to know that she and she alone could see him as he jerked his cock. He knew her panties would be gone soon, and her fingers would delve into her sensitive folds. In his mind, her fingers would be his and his, hers, as they would drive each other to ecstasy.He could have had her for his own, paying to take her private, but his wife would not like that; one-on-one seemed too close to an affair. Besides, when he imagined that it was his hand between her legs and Sybil’s.