I look at my father anxiously. He sees my expression and feels compelledto explain his actions. Turns out my father thinks I'm depressed and hasarrang...d for me to see a psychiatrist. I don't resist.The psychiatrist is nice enough.She ascertains I'm not eating, not sleeping, not caring which is no newsto anyone. I'm guarded with my answers for obvious reasons, whichunfortunately just plays further into their supposed diagnosis. Betterthey think I'm some moody teen with a bout of the blues than. She felt the rod stab into her exposed pussy with eachshift. Panic nearly blinded her at this point, unable to move below chest level,and afraid to continue struggling due to the pole in her crotch. Watercontinued to flow between the tanks, and suddenly the balanced began to shift.Jane's tank sank an inch, slowly, bringing the rod into contact with her pussy.The dull point pressed painfully into her crotch as she continued to sink, bitby bit. Shifting her hips through the tiny bit allowed by. Sab ne holi khela hume bada maza aa raha rha tha mai bas intazar kar raha tha ki kab chacha ayenge aur meri mummy ko rang lagayenge .Bahut der ho gaye chacha nahi aaye fir mummy bhi thak chuki thi aur vo nahane jane lagi tab tak chacha aa gaye aur unhe dekh mummy bahgne lagi chacha ne kaha bhabhi kaha bhag rahi ho mujhse rang nahi lagvana kya ye kah ke chacha ne meri mummy ko piche se pakad liya mummy ne saree pahen rakha tha unhone meri mummy ke pure sharer me rang lagaya mummy chodane ki. She had a her brunet hair in a braided ponytail and wore glasses. She had very large breast they had to be at least 36DD her top was really thin and it was chilly so her nipples erect. I ask if she needs a ride she says of course. We start to make small talk and tells me her name is Anna she also explains that her ride flaked on her and that's why she needed to take the bus. She catches me glancing at her breast. She asks me if I like them.I say yes, she grabs my hand and rests it on her boob..