I realized Helena and I had never really delved into her past perhaps because Simon had been such a huge presence in it. My mother brought it out of h...r."You know what my husband does?" my mom asked her."Not really. Psychiatry isn't it?" Administrative Psychiatry is his specialty." No shit?" No shit. He discovered some important stuff regarding leadership and the led, of the number of PTSD victims, battle fatigue they called it back then, in relationship to platoon leaders during his service. Another was a closeup of her face with WH and RE on each side of her mouth, which formed a perfect O in the center of the word. His favorite was the one in which she sprawled back on her bed, legs spread wide with “I’m a whore” written over her tits and “I’m a slut” written over her pussy.The rest of her Tumblr was a collection of pictures, apparently of things she wanted me to do to her. Women being choked during sex, ropes around their throats or hung upside down and face fucked with “OMG, I. ...she put on the strap on and put the biggest toy we had in it. This cock was as far as a forearm and about 10 inches long...and smooth. I had it in my before but not with her wearing a strap on. She mounted me and put my legs behind my head still forcing me to only look at the ceiling. She entered me without taking the other two toys out. She was forcing it in. I had to concentrate past wanting pleasure and just let her have her way with me. She finally got it in and I knew my asshole was so. We laid there for a while talking and kissing then Millie got up, threw on the tshirt and went to the kitchen to make dinner. I threw on my boxers and went to help. It was pretty cool to have a woman in the kitchen cooking with just a tshirt on, her ass and pussy would peek out every so often. We ate and hung out, then fucked again. Then we watched a movie and headed to bed. Next morning we did even dress, we fucked and got up and ate and just hung out naked. My cock was sore as shit and Millie.