“Perfect in every way!” I said with rapt admiration. “So beautiful, so sexy. But you’re not an ‘it’ you’re a ‘she’.”“And the bac... view?” she asked archly, turning round to present her beautiful neck with wisps of hair falling over it, the majestic curve of her spine sweeping down to hide between her tight superbly round bottom cheeks, her flaring hips and her long shapely legs. Even the backs of her knees were turning me on. She looked at me over her shoulder.I was gazing at her, tongue-tied. I. ”“Did it get knocked out of you when you were young?”Maggie nods again, “Not young enough, no ... I went through my teens, right through my twenties, always thinking my pussy was magic or something. I had a few relationships, but no-one ever walked away from me ... All my boyfriends thought I was special – they never left me, I left them ... Then I met my husband, and we got married, and we had kids ... And then the bastard left me ... I’ve never been left ... I thought my cunt was magic or. I grabbed my cock and moved it to a more comfortable position. Jill was edging forward, about to reach out and grab me when Peppi opened the nearby front door. Always aware of anything sexual, Peppi inquired if she were missing anything. Jill's tits were hanging, almost exposed, her skirt was around her hips and her spread thighs showed off a blossoming wet spot. My hard on spoke for itself. No, she wasn't missing anything. Peppi invited Jill over the next night for sphagetti, grabbed my hand. . great," Kathy stammered, "just, just great. I'll keep an eye out for him." Now, hop in the shower and we'll get you ready for the next patient." Yes, Mrs. Potter," Kathy walked unsteadily toward the shower room.The sex therapist had a blue business suit laid out when she emerged. "This time, you're a sexratery. Doesn't that sound like fun?" Sure," Kathy said warily as she slipped on the black stockings.Kathy was pleased by the conservative young business woman that looked back at her from the.