Therapy with a capital 'T'.I was reaching for the phone when I had my best idea. There was an ad in the Seattle Post-Intelligencer (is that even a fuc...ing word??) that said,"REAL IMPERSONATORS!!Yeah, really funny. But it said they had a Brittany Spears. So I choked back my laughter and started thinking of all the good therapy I could get from a real fake Brittany Spears. It doesn't take too much imagination does it? I kept reaching for the phone alright, but it was a different number I. I must have spent a good minute or two lathering her hole with my saliva before she stopped me, motioning toward the headlight beams of a car coming down the street. I got up and unlocked the door and we continued our play inside.Our clothes may as well have not existed. They were quickly discarded, strewn about the floor, leaving a trail to the bedroom. There, the scene revealed a struggle between two naked bodies, each vying to be on top. Grunts, moans, even a scream or two filled the. A sense of power was building up inside me. I took her leadand tugged it, forcing her to bend forward, making her moan, and tied itto the footboard to keep her in that position. She had a perfect view ofthe mattress. Soon Molly and I were directly in her line of sight,enjoying ourselves. Bert's wife asked me to put my leather vest back onand I did, after which she stroked it and inhaled the distinctive scent ofits material. Our passions were inflamed and she laid back, I knelt overher, my. This far exceeded anything that her former husband could have done, so she nearly fainted in ecstasy at the sight.She returned to the kiss and made sure that Jason's hand had returned to kneading her tit. When she was sure of that, she finally grasped his erect cock in her hand. At first, Janet just reveled in finally holding it, but she began to slide her hand up and down its length without really thinking of what she was doing. After only a few minutes, she noted the friction because the.