"Any preferences?" she wrote.What followed was a list with 5 names of psychologists. It was the list of marriage counselors.One name struck him as fun...y.Michael Kahn. Michael Kahn.Ray said to himself over and over.Then it struck him. He pulled out the list that Liz had faxed him. There it was. Michael Kahn. Liz was sneaky enough to add doctors that had a background in counseling couples as well. The choice was obvious. The 2 ladies that he though about the most had made the same choice.Dr.. There was only one thing left to do. Laugh. Which I did. And shook my head. Cèlia didn’t say anything, but just waited. Another smart move on her part. She knew, at least in a general way, what was going on in my mind. She had to, otherwise she would have given up.“So, let’s assume for a moment you’ve won the argument,” I said.“I have,” she said with a soft laugh.“ASSUMING that’s the case, do you really think it’s worth me putting you through the wringer?”“Well, let’s just say I have NEVER,. This time the lovemaking was less frantic, more gentle, though certainly no less passionate. If anything, the cumming was sweeter, more satisfying. It would have been nice to spend the rest of the day, hell, the rest of the weekend, in bed; but, we both had obligations that filled the next two days. I was gone before lunch. We did keep in touch all afternoon Saturday, though. It was my first experience with sexting, and I went through my Saturday routine in a state of constant arousal, as. “Almost there,” she moaned.Obviously she meant something else. Or both getting to the place and getting to her place of ecstasy. Joe moved to the other nipple and rolled it vigorously. Her hands, both rubbing herself and him, hurried. She had made him hard again. She writhed with the pleasure. Moments later, on a small road leading to Grinnell, one unfortunately needed to be negotiated more than a straight away highway, she quietly exclaimed her success. “Fuck,” she moaned. And shivered. And.