‘Nice to see you here again, Ann,’ the doctor begins in his typical warm and reassuring voice, taking his seat across from her. His name is John M... MacDonald, a self-practicing psychologist, though when in the working midst of his clients he so much prefers them to call him by his first name. He is robust in frame with a face that looks quite befitting for any would-be Father Christmas, and he’s just as gentle both in manner and approach – something he has cultivated over time to the. As she had practiced the pieces with dad at the Rehearsals, the girls had persuaded her to play at the concert. Not only did she play as part of the group, but the girls had also insisted that she should have a solo spot so that the audience would get the idea of how talented she was as a pianist. When she had finished, she got the biggest round of applause of the night. She might have been shaking with fright before the concert began, but afterwards, though still feeling shaky, I think she was. She married my stepfather who also happens to have an adoptive daughter, who's only a year older than me.I had always been attracted to my BBW stepmother. Her curves, her 32 DDD tits, her huge round ass. She has always been that unattainable fruit that I've always been afraid to initiate anything with her. Even without being blood related, the idea felt so incredibly taboo.Even before she met my stepdad, I could hear when she had gentlemen callers in the middle of the night. I could hear their. We then exchanged business cards for starters, and I was impressed with her credentials, hadn’t known she had gone to Australia on a scholarship and finished Uni in Melbourne with an architect’s degree, and also a follow-up business degree, before deciding her opportunities lay back here, and she had only relocated two weeks ago when she had received a very good job offer. She caught up on my current situation, happy for me re-settled here, but seeming to reserve comment about my wife staying.