Dr. Yasmin Hussein, a six-foot-tall, regal Somali-Canadian Muslim woman in her late thirties calmly shook her head as her patient, Adam Stanford, told...her about his negative experiences with the opposite sex. Born in Bethel Town, Jamaica, and raised in London, Ontario, by an adoptive White family, Adam Stanford had been through a lot in his twenty seven years upon this earth. His adoptive parents, Liam and Nicole Stanford were nice people, but they were White, and couldn’t understand how. The wind had risen and the rain had really started to make its presence felt when they arrived at my place, they had to dash in from Doreen's car, not that I minded if they felt the need to strip off their wet things. Unfortunately, they had been inconsiderate enough to have wet weather gear on, so no luck there.Brenda set the table while I brought the coffee and cakes out, bought cakes I hasten to add, as I'm no use at making such things.We gave Doreen her presents. A laptop, a wireless. Arthur you sit there’. Casually slipping off her robe, she turned to Harvey and asked him if she was undressed enough. Harvey had been used to seeing her in granny pants and heavy duty bra. Now she had on a see through bra that just about held up her droopy tits and under her saggy tummy, minuscule panties barely covered her bulging hairy labia lips. ‘Now these might shock you Harvey but they make me feel really good and give Arthur pleasure and besides, will make it easier for you to massage. "We are changing our plans, and I wanted you to know what I have in mind."I own a very large houseboat in Missouri, at a place called Table Rock Lake. The boat and lake have all kinds of fun things to do. We'll even get to ride jet skis, and you two will learn to drive them. How does that sound?"They looked certain of one thing, and that was that they had no idea if this was a good plan, or not. Something told me that I could have told them we were going to the movies and gotten the same.