She looked gorgeous in her black dress. It enhanced her hips and her perfectly sized breasts to make her look a different person than the one I had me.... She wore no makeup at all. And I remember thinking, oh my, she could be my daughter! That felt weird because it aroused me! Even worse, I liked feeling that way! Some people I know would say "seriously, Jean, you have issues".I was also wearing a dark-blue dress. A friend of mine had suggested not to wear any underwear. I should have listened. Her track record was flawless. Olivia walked in, very surprised to see that her new sex therapists was a smoking hot librarian-type with legs for miles. She still didn't understand why her parents insist on therapy. Olivia was not troubled, like her parents say. She was just plain horny. All the time. Her pussy was permanently wet. In her mind, she thought she might as well put that to good use. Olivia sat down in front of Marilyn and lasciviously inspected Marilyn from head to toe. Marilyn. "But ... but ... but," Andrea stammered, "Timothy Leary's dead."Junior and David both said, "Oh no. He's on the outside looking in." They looked expectantly at Andy. She was stunned.Tim grinned and laughed. "I hear that a lot around here. But it's true ... I'm on the outside of life looking in. I find the human race to be weird beyond belief. Let's see your watch. I'll show you mine if you show me yours." Now, that's a proposition I haven't heard since I was seven," Andie sort of chuckled."Did. It was a condom, and despite me using an implant, he was showing me how thoughtful he was. Most guys my age would have plunged right in, but he took the time to make doubly sure that our moment of passion would not have consequences nine months from now, even though it was the wrong time of month for that worry.Then, with him safely sheathed in latex, we set about sheathing him where I most wanted him. Somewhere my mind was screaming "This is it! This is it!" and another part of me was trying.