Looking into the lounge room Kate and Jake were standing in the middle of the room, kissing. Kate was only wearing her white bikini and Jake held her ...lose, his hands running over her back and ass. I was instantly hard, resisting the temptation to pull my own cock out. The seemed to kiss for ages, Jakes hands undoing Kate’s bikini top, letting her tits fall out. Kate took one step back and removed her bikini bottoms, revealing her neatly shaven pussy. As she stepped back towards Jake he pushed. Brandon was nineteen, and a sophomore at the University of Colorado. He was a fine young man, but a tad too serious. He had a definite competitive edge about him. He did not seem to be able to relax. He was a little difficult to get to know. On the other hand, Matt was seventeen, a senior in high school, and a remarkably charming and attractive young man. He had a disarming smile that made you immediately like him. In addition to his good looks, he had the ability to make you feel like you were. On the way, Deb could not resist the urge to feel her own nipples through her bra and top and, by the time she reached the cars, Deb was rubbing herself through her jeans. She desperately needed to cum, and her mind raced as she unlocked her minivan. The parking lot was not in direct view of the field and Deb did not see anyone else in the lot, which let her give in to her lust. She started the engine to run the A/C, quickly unbuttoned her blouse, and undid the front clasp on her bra. The cool. I specialize in nothing in particular. Over 80% of my patients are suburban housewives who spend their husband hard earned money to lay on my sofa to bitch and moan about him not listening to her needs. Its such bullshit. But it pays the bills. Recently I attended a three day seminar on sexual counseling. This enabled me to list sexual therapy on my list of qualifications. Was I really qualified? The state of NC said I was. This is when my lack of professionalism came into question. This is.