I feel you quiver and love your moans. I probe deep with my tongue as my thumb rubs your clit. I ease a finger into your ass and slowly, gently stro...e in and out with that finger. I continue to play with your pussy and ass until I feel you cum.I stand now and pull out my raging cock. I grip your hips and push my cock deep into your wet pussy. I fuck into you hard, deep and fast, gripping your hips, telling you how wonderful you feel. I feel the spasms of your orgasm wash over you again. Loving on and pleasuring a man’s cock. I got Sebs number from my wife’s work files and contacted him. At first I said I was an admirer and wanted to know if he was interested in sex. He responded with wanting to know who I was first. In hind sight, that was a normal question but I wasn’t expecting it at the time. I didn’t respond back. I nervously thought about it for days before I contacted him again and let him know it was the husband of a friend of his at work. He immediately asked, “Paul?”. Without transference, I doubt that meaningful psychoanalysis can take place. Although the techniques I use with you bear little resemblance to those of Freud, my methods are inspired by his. After he first began treating patients in his new fashion, Freud noticed that a surprising number of them professed their undying love for him. This puzzled him, for he knew he was quite unworthy of their affection: he had no illusions about his physical charms. He considered the matter, and eventually. The earth could have ended, and I doubt I would have noticed.He chose this time to put his front paws on the bed beside me. He gave me a wet kiss. I kind of knew what he was doing, but not really. Eventually I noticed that he was poking his penis at my pussy. I guess I thought about it being perverted, but then he had just given me three orgasms, so I really didn't have the heart to deny him what I knew he was trying to do.He got it started in me on about the fifth try. It wasn't all that big,.