I got a call from a blonde single mom who said she hadn't had a proper orgasm in years. I told her I could help. We set up an appointment and after th... sitter, she arrived at my office at 9:00 sharp.I answered the door, and on the other side stood a tall blonde natural beauty in her early 30s wearing a flowery dress, her face showing a modicum of embarrassment. I smiled and told her to come inside and have a seat. My clinical attire set her a little at ease as I explained to her step by step. She was his wife and she needed to show himwhat that meant so that he would recognize it to and marry her as soonas possible.She squeezed into the passage that led to her bedroom and startedpacking as much as she could into the bags she had available. She piledthem on the bed when they were full. She would wait until he agreed thatthis was the right thing to do before showing the bags to him.She sat down and started to read her book again, but she kept putting itdown over and over to drift off. Aunt Grace again had the housemother responsibility for the month of July. She made it quite clear to me from day one that a new policy of respect was in place. I found out later my mother and the rest of my aunts had come to this decision mutually.First, I was no longer to sleep on the couch in the living room. I was to move into the teen-age bedroom upstairs in the house. This meant I was sleeping in the same room as Connie, Tina and Eloise my older cousins. Second, they were in complete. She'd come once, now he was working up on his own, but pushing her up that hot, wet slope toward a second one. He'd left off her tits, so she grabbed them, squeezing the mounds, rubbing her nipples. They were hard, and they ached something fierce."I'm gonna come," he got out. "God, you're making me come!" Come for me," she whispered. The words seemed to do something. She twisted, feeling him deeper, moaning as the sensations peaked."Coming! Ah ... ah ... ah ... ah..." His cock went to.