I was more than a little nervous. Seeing a"shrink" was not my idea of a fun day. I'd had to agree in order to keeppeace with the wife."Come in Michael...and have a seat. Would you rather be called Mike?"asked the woman sitting behind a large wooden desk. She appeared to bebig boned, in her 50's, lightly frosted brown hair, and wearing a darkpurple blouse and a black shirt."What ever!" was my response as I wondered if she was wearing knee highblack boots? She reminded me of a dominatrix. This. As his cock pushed into my cervix, I came instantly begging Mark to plunder my pussy.“Fuck me deep Mark. My husbands cock would never get this deep!” I panted a****l like, such was the intensity of his glorious fucking.My pussy was so tight wrapped around his hard cock, almost like a human condom. He pushed as deep as his cock would go, then it happened. His hot fertile manly seed gushed from his cock, blasting the opening to my cervix as spurt after spurt of the most delicious man cream I’ve. She grabbed the limb with her whole hand, surprised that something so big could fit inside her friend and more so, how it was possible that a thing like that was able to make her feel so damn good a while ago.For some reason, she started to pull the tentacle out of the blonde, very slowly. As it came out, Elizabeth, who was semi-conscious, complained softly. Seven inches had already come out and still some part of the tentacle was to follow. It was covered in the teen’s juices and its own. Of course me being me I had consumed copious amounts of wine during the evening and was somewhat dumbed down to the point of actually making sense of everything that had just transpired. I was neither horny or interested in him enough to want to drop my knickers for a bit and I said as much. She apologised for getting it wrong and a certain uneasiness decended between us, resulting in a premature end to the evening. I dozed off and proceeded to immerse myself in one of those sexual encounters.