The mention of her having no clothes on took her back to those lost four hours, she felt her pussy squeeze tight in in memory of it all. “Why are yo... here now?” the question had to be asked. “You ordered me to pick you up!” he shot back. That deserved a smack to the back of the head which he duly received, his uniform hat knocked down over his face, which he quickly removed and laid on the seat next to him. “I recall you enjoy living dangerously miss but a joint suicide might be a bit much!”. If Claire could have changed from the young woman he knew so intimately to a petitely buxom woman who was carrying his child, what other changes could he expect? He might not even like her. Was he going to have to learn all the ways of this new lover? She, presumably, already knew all of his.The train came in silently without fuss. None of the puffing, door-slamming self-importance of a 1920s London express. Glimpsed beyond the station buildings as it weaved its tedious way through the approach. I just eat cereal and microwave dinners and watch reruns of 90s sitcoms and listen to the same albums over and over and play video games. I haven't seen my friends in a while. I just don't know what I have in common with them anymore. I mean with anyone really-- uuhn."Martin grunted. He looked down at his lap to see his therapist, Dr. Marie Sternberg with his cock in her mouth. Her eyes were closed as she bobbed up and down steadily taking him deep into her warm throat. She slowly pulled him. Then she raised her ass and guided my penis into her hot, wet hungry pussy, oooh… it was soo tight and sooo hotttt…. She sat down on my dick taking it deep into her, and as I pushed my dick a little deeper into her, she just arched her back, swung her head and moaned loudly and grabbed her own breasts over my hands and started squeezing, she started moving her hips and I started thrusting from below to meet the rhythm with her and fuck her as deep as possible.Sometimes I was grabbing her.