"So just before we were all headed home for Christmas I said I wanted to take a photo of her, to look at to remind me of her while we were apart.I was...in my bedroom getting my camera ready for a simple portrait photo and she walks in.Dressed in a skimpy little bikini.As you can imagine, I was a bit taken aback.I asked her why she had changed into it."He paused, for dramatic effect."And what did she say?" the psychiatrist asked, to spur him on."She just said: 'Why, would you prefer if I changed. She casually removed her bra and slid her tiny panties down to reveal the tiniest landing strip of pussy hair, so short it was barely there. Her pussy was by far the prettiest I have ever seen, and incredibly tight as evidenced when she stopped me from trying to penetrate her so she could spit on my cock to lube it up.She climbed on top of me and lowered herself onto my throbbing dick, I couldn't believe how snug she was, it took a few attempts to get my 8" fully into her. After a few moments. She was breathing heavily. I said “lovely” and once again started smooching her. This time she was not shocked, so she was cooperating from the start.I pushed her onto the bed, laid on top her and while smooching placed my left hand on her right boob. I broke the smooch looked at her and started removing her kurti. She helped me remove it. I then started unbuttoning her jeans but she stopped me, I didn’t want to break the rhythm so focused on the kissing part. I kissed her eyes, lips, bit the. She stopped moving her hips up and down, instead she lowered herself so I was as deep inside her as I could be, she began rocking herself backwards and forwards, rubbing her crotch against my body. Her legs were gripping mine tightly as she moved on top of my cock. She began tongue kissing me again, then I felt her hand reach between her legs, and her fingers cupped my balls. I could feel her body begin to shake, her eyes glazing over, she wasn’t responding to my kiss, as if she wasn’t in.