The only disadvantage was that now she couldn't conveniently reach the sensitive under side of my prick with her tongue anymore, but that was probably...good if I didn't want to come in her mouth. And I didn't. I had other plans.My position, on the other hand, was just perfect for titillating her already exposed clit.Now, I know a lot of guys would rather get a good blowjob than fuck. Just lie back, or whatever, and feel the abstract sensations envelop their dick. That's okay, if that's what they. ”“I didn’t mean anything sexual by my comment,” she defended.“Maybe I did,” Karen countered, taking Carla’s hand. “Do you like looking up my short hems and down my low tops?”“I can’t help but notice when you seem to flaunt yourself to me so easily.”“Maybe I’ve wondered what it would be like to make love with you. To see what your lovely shaped body looks like naked,” she boldly confessed.“It would be highly unethical for me to have a sexual relationship with a patient.”“I bet you’ve wanted to. No one knows why. Yesterday was one of these nights. All my friends canceled. Bummer! So I took things in my own hands. So be it! I thought. Let's make this one of these nights. I have gathered quite some experience in this kind of thing: getting laid. I don't know why the girls fall for me. But I like it that way. No, I don't date. Yes, I do fuck around. Call me a scumbag, if you want, but girls who fall for a guy that picks them up at a bar have it coming. Really. I'm digressing. I went to. I didn't think itwould hurt anything. Please don't make me go. Uncle Bob said you LOVEme!" She began crying huge tears and barely saw the look of horror on hermother's face. "Oh honey" cried Liz, going to her daughter and hugging her. "I DO loveyou. I didn't mean you have to leave. I just thought you must hate me forwhat you saw. I DO love you sweetheart. I'm not mad about the prank. Ithink it did some of those biddies a lot of good seeing a real man." Shegiggled somewhat.