”As she finished up my therapy for the day, I tried to gently nudge a few happier images into her mind. She was as complex as anyone I’d read, no ...ingle overpowering emotion but a jumble of things all churning at once; a thread of melancholy and something dark but indefinable – maybe caution, perhaps fear or dread – ran through it all, though, and that was what I tried to displace.I was getting better at it, at what I thought of as ‘pushing’ positive things in to replace negative ones, but. Her duvet only came as far as her waist, Moos head as ever across her stomach. He was getting large with his growing age and the weight of his head was moving from being comforting to uncomfortable. He was a puppy no longer. She could not even carry him like she used to and the loss saddened her. She moved slightly, her muscles sore after a night of particularly bestial frenzy. It was not just between her legs that she was sore, as more than just his head continued to grow. She was definitely. I pulled up her short skirt and sliding down her panties instructed Damon to lay down on top of her. My wife blushed and protested more firmly saying that she did not want him in her but before she could change her mind or act I encouraged and directed Damon onto her back effectively pinning her down under his weight."Oh God!" She gasped and then shuddered in reluctant ecstasy as he kissed the back of her neck. "No you mustn't. It's wrong... I want to remain a faithful and loving to my husband.. She was sitting on the edge of her desk and kept crossing and uncrossing her legs. I figured she was nervous, but I was enjoying the view. I’d never seen anyone actually wear a garter belt and thought it looked way cool. I decided right then that I’d be getting one as soon as I had the chance. I also thought the black stockings were something else, but figured my mother wouldn’t let me wear them because of my age.She kept looking at me and I kind of knew what she wanted to say. For some reason.