She was suddenly conscious of his rock hard shaft pressing into her leg. After he had been so generous it was certainly time to return the favour. She...pressed him back onto the pillows, his head propped slightly up. On all fours she leaned over and brushed her lips off his, their faces barely touching. It was her turn to tease now! Brushing her long dark hair to the side she snaked her tongue down his torso, flickering over each beautiful muscle. When she got to his groin she licked and kissed. Then, with a gleam in her eye she rocked herself forward, sliding her obviously wet pussy up and then back down my cock. My God this was torture! She looked into my eyes, and had to see the torment behind my gaze. This is not how I wanted to end this encounter but I was so close. With a smile she grasped my thick cock around the base and rubbed my cock head back and forth over her opening, wetting the tip with her juices. All I could do was grit my teeth and try not to shout out loud as she. ” The psychiatrist tilted her head, pressed the nib on the paper, drew the ink out and repeated the question “You said you shot him but then what happened to his body?” Shifting on her hard chair Psyche cleared her throat in irritation and answered “Didn’t your mama read you fairy tales? Angels don’t die, they have eternal lives or at least they live till we lose faith in them.” A smile broke through the cool façade and the psychiatrist asked in a slightly amused voice “So what happened to him?. With each spasm of ecstasy I fed her she reciprocated with a wave of her own. I almost blacked out. It was just like the feeling you get when you stand up too fast and the blood rushes from your head. Time seemed to stand still and I have no idea how long I was hanging in a limbo of orgasmic bliss. When I returned to my senses I could tell she wasn't back yet. Her eyes were completely unfocused and she was releasing a slow sigh.Suddenly with a sharp intake of air her eyes focused on me and she.