I went round with the stuff and dropped it off. I noticed the k**s weren’t there and she said they’d gone with her mum for the day. She asked me i... l could have a look at her washing machine pump. As l was doing this we started chatting about her ex. I knew some of the details, from my wife,but l didn’t know how much he had been abusing her and taking d**gs etc. I’d finished fixing her machine, and l had a cup of tea. We were still chatting about her ex and she started crying. I put my arms. ’ Victoria stared, open mouthed. He brought her here! He brought her back to the doctor that had caused all those confusing feelings. Dr Reeves opened the door and motioned for them to enter. He greeted Charles with a firm handshake. Bowing to Victoria, his warm brown eyes met hers and locked. She felt his intense gaze everywhere. Her nipples were like tiny pebbles, and her pussy felt as wet as the sea. Victoria squirmed. She was at odds with these feelings. He released her gaze and turned. However, upon the realization thathis buddy had reached the shit or get off the pot point inthe proceedings, the point where she was thoroughly primedand ready, and that to postpone the inevitable any longerwould prove detrimental, John deftly repositioned himself.Moving his torso into the inviting splay of those ever solovely, sculptured long legs of Mike's, and withoutbreaking stride or dropping a stitch, John lowered his headinto position and eagerly began to perform the selfless actof. If she could only witness herself in rapture, he thought, there would be no more worrying about not being sexy enough.She was an athlete, and a very, very good one. At the same time, she was pleasingly feminine. Her walk was strong and purposeful, but her hips swayed as enticingly as the best runway model. She certainly had not adopted the 'walk like a linebacker' gait that identified so many of the dykes. Telling her how her body pleased and excited him, whether in motion or repose, was not.