That’s my job now ... sex therapist!”“Do you fuck all your clients?” I said with a smile.She laughed. “No. Only the ones who need it. And my...friends, of course!”“And which one am I?”“You’re both, right now. And we haven’t really fucked yet. Do you want to?”“I don’t know. I don’t know. I’m crossing bridges now, you see.”“Take your time! We’d better start heading down, anyway. Say, do you want to stay the night? It would be really late by the time you got home.”“You really are trying to seduce. She was still dressed and had on a miniskirt which I finally got brave enough to grab and slide down her hips and onto the floor. She continued to kiss him and stroke his cock. I moved her thong to the side and slid my fingers into her soaking wet pussy. She ground her pussy onto my hand and moaned lightly as I slid my fingers in and out.She spun around and looked at me with a smile. Then she guided me backwards so that I was lying down. He boyfriend was sitting there jerking his cock hard. The only personthat connected with the ball was Brett. He sent one screaming just overSam's head, but she quickly snatched it out of the air with her glove.I accused him, "I thought you said you were a football player..."He shrugged and grinned. "Hey that surprised the shit out of me too."We made it through the rotation three times before we swapped playersout, taking turns so everyone got a chance to try to hit off of Samwhile we were in our zone. Everyone had gotten at least three times atbat. Sanne and Fleur take turns to get back at me. I like the new attitude of sub Sanne.I started to wonder however, during my second smoking break, if she is sincere?I know well now Sanne isn't only smart, but also can act and play well in her roles.Sanne was wet, hot, fully nude. Willing & promising. Silent & stubborn. Inventive.At one hand, typically a teen, be it a brilliant one. Moody though. Hard to handle.Is Flora really there, or just another role in imaginitive sexy scenarios of Sanne?Sanne.