“Do you want a few more pictures?” I nodded speechless. We walked on to my driveway squeezing past my fathers van. She posed and I must have taken...about twenty pictures of her.She stopped posing to press herself against me. She trailed her hand down my chest to rub my aching cock through my shorts. I wrapped my hands around her and grabbed the twin halves of her ass, and squeezed, and pulled her hips in against me I knew she could feel my hard on as she rubbed against me. She laughed and kissed. My one hand started to caress her thighs while the other hand started to unbutton her nighty from the top.Started to slide my hands inside her nighty from the top and felt her soft boobs. She was not wearing a bra. I felt her boobs on my hands and started to play with them, while my lips moved all over her lips and my tongue played on her tongue. Started to lift her nighty till her sexy waist as her sexy black panties got exposed. She was moaning load as I was kissing her lips and my one hand. 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 Berkeley. 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. Pammyremoves both feet, one from Yas* mouth and the other from the hard nubbinthattickles her sole. *Take itoff Yas, I want to see your titties.* says Pammy. Yasminestripped off her top and Pammy was torn by jealousy and desire. Yasmines36Ds stood out proudly with hard half inch nipples atop her aureoles.Pammy? hoped that one day she would have fullerbeautiful tits like Yas but now she had moreimmediate desires. Pammyshoves one hand beneath her thong as she brings her feet to Yas* tits.*You.