After a hard final few days preparation for the Christmas f****y get together, she was drying herself after a quick shower and getting ready for an ea...ly night when the phone rang. Being divorced and middle aged she was not prepared for late calls on Christmas eve, particularly when she did not recognise the number. Something inside her said “its Christmas” so she answered the call. She immediately recognised the voice as that of a very good friend of her step son, and was somewhat, but. Her parents had a rough relationship and there were even talks of divorce. Not to mention that she was going through the craziness of Hollywood. Even though I worked in the same industry, I was not a celebrity, so I don't get the same experience she does.She appeared at my door once more, this time, she wanted my help.She wanted to try a "therapy", see if it helps her get over everything. I told her that it wouldn't help, but like I said, she was stubborn."If you don't help me, what if I go. Wershire say, “Get out your binders.” So I ducked down under my desk and unzipped my backpack. I looked across the room and noticed Alicia’s legs spread apart and I could barely make out her lips out of the shorts. I picked up my binder and put it down on my desk. I started to notice a growing hard on pressing against my zipper. I glanced back up at Alicia’s succulent breasts. After a while I realized I’d been starring for quite some time, and quickly glanced up at her face. To my surprise, she. Her hands tugged at the top of my pants until I realized that she wanted me to rise up so that she could pull them down. I pushed myself up with my arms long enough for Karyn to pull my pants and shorts down to my ankles then sat down and lifted my feet so she could finish. I could feel the silk of her stockings as she sat at my feet and put her legs next to mine. She picked up one foot and pulled my sock off slowly then kissed the top of the foot and reached for the other. Again she.