He kept his fingers still, hovering above the entrance to my pussy and my eyes darted up to his. “Mmmmm pleeeeaase,” I whined. His fingers suddenl... plunged into my wet pussy sending a shiver through my body. As he swirled his index inside and teased my clit with his thumb I savagely kissed him, biting his lower lip hard with every moan that emitted from my mouth. I turned my attention to his zipper. My hands fumbling in my excitement , the streetlight creating a hazy light as I pulled out his. The one thing I had learned was he or as he told me no therapist isabout giving answers but rather helping the client come to them. Healways told me we know the answers to most questions already but forsome reason don't see or admit them. It was the job of a therapist notto give answers but to get one to look inside for the answers. To behonest when I first started therapy I was a bit unnerved by the way hewould pepper me with questions when I would ask certain questions. Ihave come to not only. I didn't have any hidden desires and masculine enough to not feel threatened... or did I? I sat back down being sure I didn't sit on my own weighted balls - and knowing he had seen I wore them. We chatted for a while about mundane things. Golf, the neighborhood, best places to shop groceries. The entire time his legs kept fanning open and closed. Was he enticing me into a reaction? I tried not to look through the table at his shaven cock but was sure he caught me peeking several times. I could. .we both laughter together and Rebecca said you guys better be nice to my God daughter. I said I am always nice to pretty ladies as everyone when silent. I was looking at my Dad & Rebecca with a smile on their faces because Maria was standing right behind me now. Maria said what is so funny? I must have been beet red as I turned around to look at Maria. Jon spoke up saying Mark was asking if you would like to see an American Football game next Sunday afternoon? She said I would love to but who.