Emily tried again to convince herself she was not scared; the old Emily would not have been, but the old Emily had gone and the new one was stumbling ...n the dark. This weekend was supposed to be another step on her road to recovery, but she’d fallen at the first hurdle.She’d gone to bed early, but the storm made it difficult to sleep in the guest bedroom of her parent’s home, so she went down to the living room just before midnight. She’d been living with them for the last three months. It was. "Your dream woman can't do you wrong, Vince; it is right in the term, dream. Don't worry, you may motorboat the shit out of my tits, and dispense saliva all over them, I won't let my hand come onto your face quickly, but maybe slowly because you love me. Chris loved my melons, but didn't tell me he loved me until after about thirty different motorboat sessions, isn't that a crock of shit?" she asked, gently hitting my face with both of them."Yes," I answered, taking a small break."Oh, you like. Please, now. Please...” He growled, and as his thick fingers invaded her hot, ready cunt, his teeth found purchase on her neck, biting her as he began a slow, deep, thrusting rhythm into her tightening channel. Marissa's hips matched his pace, and she held on for dear life as his thumb applied steady pressure to her clit. She could do nothing but ride the unrelenting wave of pleasure as Benji fucked her right there, on his parents' front porch. Marissa didn't care. This hot, sexy man had his. ”“I’ll do my best,” I said.“We’ll talk after the first of the year. Shall we resume on January 6th?”“That sounds good. Thank you, Doctor Mercer.”“Don’t go overboard with changes, Steve. Small steps. One foot in front of the other. That’s the path to success.”“Got it,” I said. “Thanks. Happy Chanukah!”“Merry Christmas!”We said ‘goodbye’ and I hung up. I sat staring at the phone for several minutes, contemplating just how much damage my mom had done to my life and how far I needed to go to fix.