Sorry, Doctor Orosco. I think Doctor Zeiss simply followed her lead. Add in the woman from Family Services whose job depends on finding abuse, and thi... is what happens. The real question is what the prosecutor decides to do.”“You could be charged?” Mrs. Landers asked.“Our family attorney doesn’t think that will happen, but there’s another, perhaps bigger problem. Family Services created a report that says I abused Liz and those reports are made available to the medical licensing board. I have. Not the common Ingmar variety, so no point in her playing chess with death, but the rather rare Ingrid version which is sometimes referred to as The Casablanca Complex. All she can see is buttoned up perfection, sexuality oozing from every pour as her heroine tries desperately to navigate the troubled waters of her splintered heart. Rick or Victor? Love or fidelity? It matters not because all your writer sees is a troubled soul battered by irreconcilable choices. Which as we all know is. Slow, but deliberate Marshall goes. From base to head and back again. He lies on his side, stopping every so often to massage his sack. Yet it only takes a few seconds before he is back to slowly sliding his hand up and down his now throbbing prick. Now his mind is drifting somewhere between the here and now and the then and there. He thinks about the load of cum building in his balls, about the load the built multiple times while he slept and the joy of release before and now.He picks up the. ”“That’s pretty far out there,” I admitted.“Are you ... what is that word? Are you squicked?” Mom asked, concerned that she’d asked too much.“Maybe a little,” I told her, “but I’ve learned with Katie to be open to new things and try to do what my lover needs me to do.” I’d had a few little tastes of my own semen by now, mostly because Katie was prone to kissing me right after she’d given me a blow job, but I had never licked up an entire load of it before.“It’s a little kinky, I admit,” Mom.