Sometimes I would take my top and bra off and let him shoot his cum onto me. Whenever I would let him cum on my breasts, I always ran to the bathroom ...fterward. He probably thought I was just cleaning up, but instead I was staring at my naked breasts in the mirror, covered in his cum. Then, I would watch myself as I licked it all up. Those bathroom cum-licking sessions always ended the same. I masturbated. Sometimes I would remove all of my clothes and just rub myself off. Other times I would. The widest part stretches my tight hole and the burning pain is almost too much for me to take, but I breathe deeply, exhale and bear down and the head of your cock pushes into me. My ass swallows the tip and tightens around you. This is the point of no return. To remove it now would cause more pain so we press onward.You gently guide your shaft into me to the hilt. My body tenses from pain and you stop moving and hold me close. For several minutes, the only noise is the sound of our labored. She made her tongue into a point and poked it into the tip, tasting his pre-cum. Then she took the whole of his cock into her mouth, forcing it deeper and deeper until she was deep-throating him. She held it there for a moment, then drew back, then dove all the way down again. She kept this up for a few minutes, before moving on to suck his balls. She loved the feeling of his balls in her mouth - as did he! - and moved them gently with her tongue.Dave was in heaven - her blow jobs were. Other substitutions were suggested, discussed, anddismissed, for a variety of reasons. I think thetherapist was at wits end (the topic had strayed far afield of PJ’s problems) when she suggested sex. Not withher – don’t get the wrong idea – but as a substitute forsmoking. There was some embarrassed humor, theinevitable “Do you smoke after sex?” question, and theequally inevitable answer, “I don’t know, I neverlooked.” Ha, ha.But there were.