I was the third therapist that Katie tried. We clicked and we’re now in our fourth year together. Katie lives in Berkeley and should live in Berkele.... They mirror each other in so many freewheeling ways.Her husband is a “Brilliant professor of philosophy. Jefferson.”Katie and her family live in the Berkeley Flats neighborhood, close enough to the University for Jefferson to walk. Leaving the Volvo for Katie to drive on her daily errands.Among other interests, she is on the board of a food. You hold yours back, wanting to make sure I’m not teasing you, making sure I actually come, and don’t leave you suspended mid-fuck.My hands fly down to your hips, pulling you back into me, as my last thrust slams into you, deeper than any of the others, all the way in. Deep inside, you feel my cock pulse, and cum spills forth into your belly. I resume thrusting, and you ride the momentum, letting yourself go over the edge to your own orgasm, even as you feel another spurt of cum wash over the. Holding my hand as she led me down the hall, we passed Nurse C in the hall, her just wearing panties as she walked past me.No point lying to you, I was ready for anything. Willing for anything. My wetness was on display, my nipples so hard just walking was getting me overly excited. More, it had gotten into my head that our clinic was closed, since here were all us nurses walking about in barely there bra and panties, or nothing at all. Clearly us nurses were giving our favourite doctors an. Now, this week end, Ann and Tom's room were a two bedroom suite with a kitchenette and had a balcony that extended along the outside wall. It spanned both bedrooms and was wide enough for two sets of table and chairs to comfortably seat 10 people. Upon entering the bedroom, George opened one bottle of champagne and poured everyone a tulip glass full. And served each one of us. Then Dr. Tom asked, "Is everyone ready to party?" Every one yelled yes. Domino said that she wanted to get us girls.