MD: You know what I mean.Dr K: Yes, I do. But your physical appearance does not define who you are. Nor does it define whether you’re cured or not.M...: So what does define whether I’m cured or not?Dr K: Do you think you’re cured?MD: Um ... Wait. Are you saying I’ll be cured when I think I’m cured.I smiled at her but didn’t respond.MD: That’s stupid.I nodded.Dr K: I agree. Totally stupid.Dr K: I’ll tell you what. You go and spend the next few days with the Davidson family. Go to school with Liz. My husband had a pair of binoculars in his suitcase so I took them out to see if I could identify who was doing the spying. It was one of the young waiters in the restaurant. He must have noticed we picked the keys up from reception and thought he would find out if we were going to have sex in there instead of playing snooker. Well, my heart was thumping as I raced back to the snooker room. I decided not to tell my husband we had a “voyeur” watching us. As I entered the room I took a crafty. She was lying on her back naked.All of a sudden, she felt large hands on her hips pulling her to the edge of the bed. Then, what felt like a tongue, touched the inside of her right thigh. She tried to move away but he -- it must be a man -- held her firmly by the hips. He continued to lick both of her inner thighs moving ever closer to her pussy. When he touched his tongue on her pussy, she definitely knew it was not her husband. This man had facial hair and her husband was clean shaven.. Well, at least I can say "almost" never because the incident with the weed laced brownies I assure everyone was NOT my fault.When I was University, I was considered attractive enough to be pursued by both students and teachers alike. I hasten to add that I allowed several of them to catch up because I am not the virginal type at all. I tended to be a bit picky about which one I slept with so I didn't think I was particularly slutty. I knew other girls in the classes who were a lot more piggish.