I took her downstairs and showed her two more bedrooms and another bathroom, as well as a living room and laundry. There also is a kitchen downstairs,...so it serves as a second apartment, or just more facilities. She was impressed.We came up the back stairs and she looked out of the back door. "Oh, you have a hot tub? I love hot tubs," she giggled."Yeah, I sit in it all the time, watch the planes go over to land at DIA. It's cool to sit out and watch the stars and the satellites go over," I. Her husband was killed in Vietnam shortly after they married.”Doctor Mercer nodded knowingly, and I wondered if she knew Jennie.“She’s right, you know,” Doctor Mercer said. “Being the friend, or more, of a rape victim, is difficult. I asked if you knew why you were here. You gave me an answer, but it’s only a partial answer.”This was sounding like Melanie. Maybe this is what Melanie ought to be doing. I quickly dismissed the stray thought.“I guess it’s because I’ve taken Bethany on a couple of. The silky texture ran down from the top of my cheeks and into the crack of my ass, and I felt his hand follow its path. He gently used his middle finger to work it in.“Spread your legs for me, Desmond,” he breathed in my ear, his relentless hand never slowing.I did as he asked and on the next pass up, I felt him apply some pressure on my asshole. I squirmed from the new sensation. It wasn’t unpleasant, but I had never had anyone ever touch me there before. He continued stroking me in an. Again I smoothed and petted this gloriously full mound, working my way lower and lower, pinching the flesh together and manipulating her whole outer sex. My prick was rock hard and I could feel my own juice oozing through my shorts matching the growing stain on Liv's crotch. She in turn was now breathing heavily though her nose and a quick glance showed me that her eyes were closed, her mouth slack and her nipples still ragingly hard. I then eased the outer casing of her shorts down and she.