Almost dirty pictures. Dirty thoughts. VERY dirty thoughts. All without judgement and with total understanding and respect of desires and boundaries. ...t least the ones that weren't meant to be pushed. None of that could prepare for the actual excitement and rush of lust that was visible on both of your faces, and I am sure mine when I walked up in person. The first hug and handshake. The reality of the moment finally arriving. The feeling of her soft skin under the table. The casual. Even when I asked her to ride me, she was reluctant.From there, things only deteriorated till finally 2 years later, we were discussing surrogate therapy for her.After we came home, I studied more about the new therapy suggested by our doctor. Shruti was not open to sex as normal behavior. She had been raised to think it’s totally a bad thing to the point that she couldn’t even enjoy sex with her husband.A sex surrogate would be a therapist who would introduce her to sexual touch, and different. Their tongues met in a seductive dance. Heather felt a warmth flooding over her. Jamie lifted her hips and slid her bottoms off. Heather moved close to Jamie's glistening, bald pussy. She could see the moisture on Jamie's labia. Heather couldn't believe she was about to lick another woman's pussy. Not in her wildest dreams, had she even thought about it, but here she was about to taste Jamie.Heather leaned in close enough that she was able to extend her tongue and lick up the slit. The taste. " Connie looked about ready to crap a brick."Relax, they are both twenty-one years of age. I saw their driver's licenses. Now Connie, I want you to call that idiot Hoot up and complain the two young girls are going to be appearing at the Buck Horn tonight in next to nothing string bikinis. Moose and Brenda are to go get them and bring them in as soon as we are safe inside. I figure we can have a catered keg party outside the Stag Horn while we appear inside. Walt will love selling all that.