Shewas really aggravating Karen, my therapist, and I got mad at her and told her toleave." You did what?" Anita almost yelled. "How could you do that ...o her? You know shecan't help the way she is."Now I was getting annoyed. "Do I?" I asked harshly. "The last time I checked Istill didn't have much in the way of a memory. So how would I know? Hmm?"(Okay it was a low blow. What can I say? I still suck sometimes.)Anita looked mortified. "I didn't mean to get upset with you." she said, "Butyou being. I was really enjoying this,his hand on my cock and his cock between my ass cheeks,the warm water of the shallow lake making it feel silky and smooth,suddenly without letting go of my small cock he guided me out of the water and propped me against the tree,he knelt down in front of me,and suddenly my cock was in his mouth!”Whoa” I thought,and was about to pull away when I felt the sensation his mouth was having on my cock,”OHMYGOD,that feels so good”I thought,but I was feeling weird as well,this. She smelt it first with a deep breath and said with a smile umm smells nice then she rolled her tongue out and put the tip on my hanging balls and then rolled it all the way up to the tip of my cock. She tasted my pre-cum and moaned Then she opened her mouth and put my cock inside as much as she could without touching the lips. This was new for me also and I loved every moment of it. I was standing straight with my head above the rickshaw height, looking at the traffic and keeping an eye on her. She is looking inside my very soul and I can tell she sees that I am close to cumming. My hand continues to stroke quickly, soapy and slick. Back and forth, back and forth. My balls are tightening and drawing upwards. Back and forth. I hear a voice – a guttural groan. “Oh God”. My own voice, somehow distant and disjointed. Four more words. “Cum for me, baby”. Her voice, desperate and strained. I can’t stop now. My strokes slow as I feel the surge toward the inevitable. My muscles are firing.