It didn’t help her mood in the least.The drizzle didn’t let up thorough the day. Her clothes were sticking to her, clinging and uncomfortable, whe... she arrived home. The door was still closing as she began to strip sodden layers off, leaving a trail of wet clothes in her wake. The shower ran nice and hot. Steam filled the bathroom and in crazy rivulets, ran down the glass of the cubicle. Gwen positively revelled as the hot water soothed the trials of the day, washing them, with soap suds, down. And then she went down to the girls' locker room and cleaned up her cheerleading locker, and after about 45 minutes, she knew Mr. Edwards would be one of the only people still left in the administrative area of the high school. She quickly made her way to the central admin area and loved that she didn't see any signs of anyone else there. Her plan was working great so far. She got inside the outer office and then she knocked lightly on the door to Mr. Edwards office that was partially pushed. As we reached the place the estate agent welcomed us and showed us the place. It was just amazing a beach facing property with no one on the beach, since it’s in the remote are very less people know about this place and the bungalow also had a swimming pool.The estate agent left us after briefing us. and I and chanda were all by our self. we had a short sexual session and went out for a drive and to pick up some stuff for the morning.As we returned late it was dark I went out near the beach to. Dr. Conseil made notes as she recounted her findings.“It feels odd, but I think I’m getting used to masturbating again.” She said, going a shade of red. The doctor smiled; she was making progress.“I’m glad to hear that, Amy. It’s a sign that you are making steady progress. If you feel comfortable, I would like to take another step with you today. Is that alright?” He asked.“Erm, that depends on what exactly this ‘step’ is.” she answered with caution. Her face lit up in shock, “You’re not.