I loved being able to moan out loud cause no one would hear me. My thighs were burning from squating up and down. I let out a big moan as I my cum spl...tted the window I collapsed on my back as my dildo flopped out of my ass. The smell of sweat, cum, and butt filled my car; I caught my breathe and crawled over and started my car to put the windows down and let some air in. I kicked off my heels and pealed my sweaty pantyhose off. I put my gym shorts on and walked around to the driver side of the. After all, didn't they pay all that money to a therapist who in the end was convinced that I had been cured of my insecurities, which had manifested themselves into my being afraid of the dark?Actually, I felt bad about my parents paying all that money for nothing, and I told my therapist that I could see that he was right; there was nothing about the darkness that was frightening, that it was all in my head and that I was a perfectly normal preadolescent with perfectly normal fears and that. It hugged her full, firm breasts pleasantly, and as she stretched the hem of the top pulled up from the edge of her skirt, showing off a line of her tight midriff, like an invitation for me to reach out and touch her. The skirt was multi-colored, hung low on her hips, and flowed around her legs to the floor. I couldn’t see her feet.She relaxed and looked at me. Her eyes were more than simply brown. Several rings of different shades circled her pupils. On the inside, closest to her pupils were a. . I mean I'm just not ready. Plus I'm damaged goods. I've got a plate in my head..." Don't care," she interrupted." ... and I have flashbacks to unpleasant times..." Me too. We can hold each other when they come," she interrupted again." ... and I have a spirit in my head that talks to me, and I'm paranoid about everything. I probably have PTSD and I'll wake up someday a raving lunatic, or worse." I like Martinez. He visited my head when we were in Florida, you know. I don't care about the.