Remembered his soft moan as he whispered how fucking hot that was. Her fingers danced in a figure-eight on her clit for just a moment and she debated ...hether she really had the time.Wanting so badly to play with her aching pussy, she decided against it, wanting to save the orgasms for tonight. Finishing up her bath, she stepped onto the thick rug and wrapped herself in a towel. Standing in front of the large bathroom mirror, she slowly lowered the towel, looking at herself objectively for a. ." he thought for a while. "A...keepsake." He didn't lookentirely happy at the idea but the esoteric nature of the word seemedto appeal to him. "My psychologist tells me that it is likely that youwould use this video as an aid to masturbation, and also as a proof toyourself that you are a man. His study of you tells him he says thatthe chances of you using the images as blackmail are less than threepercent, and that the chances of you going public with the images areless than five percent.". The only other place to sit was the queen-size bed, which took up a fair chunk of the apartment's only room. She gracefully sat on the bed, flashing me her panties in the process. I sat down beside her. She scooted closer, till our thighs touched. My heart was literally pounding in my chest. She said, "I know that hippies believe in Free Love. I bet you fuck a lot of girls here, don't you?" I suddenly knew that she would not want to hear the sad truth, so I lied. "Yeah. Six, I think. But this. For their part, they seemed as shocked that it was her they were meeting with for a sex therapy session. They looked at each other as if to confirm what they both realized and then looked at the floor as Carol introduced herself."Well," started Carol, "it seems as if we have already met - sort of. If this is too awkward for you, I understand. You can reschedule with another counselor and there will be no charge for this appointment." No, no. This is fine," said the young woman, who introduced.