If is was a man he would have to be facing away from me, and pushing hes cuck between his legs, but then were would hes bent legs and feet be, my mind...was going a million miles a hour, The next thing I know there was something at my head, then another on the other side, then on both sides above my legs, It had to be men, a lot of men, I felt the sand build up on the sides of me when their knees dug into the sand. then everything went silent again, what was inside of me went as far as it could,. This proves that sex can be used as a technique to get my clients feel great amounts of hormonal flushes on their brain, making them feel much better and positive. I use it as a tool to cure my patients.This story is of my first client in Delhi, a housewife and mother of one. Her husband got in touch with me through my website and shared their problem. They had planned a second child, the two were able to get it through and thus she got pregnant. Unfortunately in the ninth month she fell very. “Fuck that was… “ I began to say before Brooke interrupted me.“Yes, it was. Really, it was.”Pulling off and tying up the condom, I rolled off Brooke and hugged her closely.“So are you happy you took me home,” she asked shyly.“Of course I am, that was amazing.”“I just wanted to be sure,” she said, kissing my arm that was wrapped around her.As she dozed off I couldn’t help but wonder what Emily was doing. Was she thinking of me? Might she even have touched herself thinking of me? Could she have. "Jane, I can tell that you did time. Is what you did there define what you are now?"Jane suddenly flushed in embarrassment. "Who told you about that?" You just did." And the bay erupted in laughter. Jorge reached into his rucksack to produce a bunch of fresh plantains and a bottle of 60 year old rum. "Let's continue this in the galley and then you can decide whether to space me or not."After Jorge had prepared a delicious meal of plantains and saffron rice, they started eating and passing.