He knew she was wearing underwear – he had certainly looked hard enough at her tight little ass to be absolutely sure – yet still he could smell h...r hot, wet pussy. She really did like a heavy hand. She actually bit her bottom lip, a sharp little incisor bearing down on the puffy red flesh as she she stared up at him. He had to bite back a smile as her eyebrows twitched, moving together as her eyes snapped wide open. While one part of him lamented the loss of her lust, the practical,. The Franklin's came into the room holding each others hand. Mr Frankiln was still in his work attire and Sharon was in a singlet top and short flowery skirt. They looked very much like any other suburban couple.I explained to them about differing therapies that are too detailed and unwarranted for this story before asking them a few pertinant questions."Mrs Franklin," I asked, "Do you really want to stop behaving the way you do?"She chuckled to herself in a tone I'd describe as antagonistic.. . I can feeel her tongue fluttering over the tip before she slowly draws a wet line to my frenulum and teases it softly. She must have been acutely aware of the warning signs, because as I feel myself approaching the point of no return she releases me, and I realize I've been holding my breath. She straightens up and taking my hand places it upon her hip, encouraging me to caress her. I'm now only dimly aware of the presence of her husband watching and begin to knead her breasts through the. She even remembered the day the doctor announced she had fully recovered, as he was at her home that night and they made love for hours."So Polly, I'm really glad you were able to come by. I wish we were meeting under better circumstances." Me too," she said, wondering what she knew."Polly, can I talk to you for a minute?" Sure." Sit down, please."Polly sat in an empty chair and Kathy sat next to her. "Is something wrong?" Polly, I want to tell you a story, a love story that I think you'll.