Vanessa was afraid of coming back again, afraid of what he had in store for her next time. But she knew she had to, her brain unable to stop her. ... * * * * * Vanessa couldn't understand why she began to get aroused when she thought about her next session with Dr. Michael. Maybe it was the strange, erotic dreams she was having almost every night now. She would often wake up surprised to find her hand stuck inside her panties, her fingers wet. She could almost vividly see his. In addition to that I had my first wife's mother, Louise, who helped out when some back-up was needed when we had to meet social engagements without the children attached.My other mother-in-law Simone was a different cup of tea entirely.I remember when we went to Paris to visit Elsa's mother in her well-appointed penthouse not far from the Champs Elysees and I saw up close and personal the depravity of her life-style. My Elsa was just recently twenty-five and her mother had her when she was. This time I was going to have her stand and lean on the back of the chair with her hair down. She nodded silently and followed my instructions to the letter. She wore a pair of black tights which she now rolled down. Underneath she wore no underwear and when the tights were down around her ankles she giggled and kicked them aside.It was only now that her full beauty was revealed. I am not by nature a spiritual man but here was the thing that man from time immemorial has chosen to deify. I spent. I was exposed, naked, my breast bouncing.I darted to the right, sending a powerful blast of useless wind behind me. I knew it was useless, but it was hard not to do something as his thick hand reached for me. He seized my waist, his fingers encircling me. I gasped as he yanked me in the air. His other hand parted my legs and—“Pater’s huge cock!” I screamed as ecstasy exploded in my pussy.He was hung like a centaur. His dick rammed into my pussy as he impaled me on his shaft. My back quivered as.