And then there are the other times, when you can only try to keep a bad situation from getting worse.”“I don’t understand.”The therapist shrug...ed and made a wry face, acknowledging the uncertainty in the girl. “Well, the most important thing you need to understand is that I can’t really fix their problems. No psychologist or therapist can.” He smiled at her look of astonishment. “Nope, only they can fix what’s broken.”“But, but...”“It’s like, well, like an addiction. You can’t make an addict. My body was shaking and I struggled not to cum in my trunks. I felt a warm flow over my tongue as her pussy lips squeezed me and her body shook. She moaned loudly as she rammed her pussy tighter to my face. As she released her grip on my head I slowly pulled my tongue from her dripping pussy. She took me by the arms and raised me up to her and kissed me. My cock was throbbing against her leg as her nipples pressed into my chest. “Now it’s my turn.” Her mouth moved from mine down to my chest. What is he doing to her? I feel a huge fist blow in the chest, a shooting pain in the belly and at the same time I start to bend like a horse. I am there watching, perplexed, and full of pain and excitement. The man on her left moves, kneels behind her, takes her buttocks in both hands and buries his head and his tongue in her ass. When moving, I’m surprised that he even did not notice my presence. I am stunned. My wife sighs deeply with a long "Oh yes", then leans slightly forward and tends. I locked my eyes on her completely that I was not even blinking for a brief moment of time. With a strong wind blowing, I came back to reality to find out she was coming near me and waving her hand. Anyone who is seeing her right now won’t even think she is 30 years old.She came closer and asked, “Hey, how am I looking?”.“Stunning. Come on, let’s move.”She climbed on my bike with her two legs on each side and she put her one hand on my shoulder. We reached our destination in 30 minutes or so.