First, of course, was the day of the week, for Dr. Cohen did not, as a general rule, accept appointments on Saturdays, preferring to preserve weekends...for his own mental health regimen-- that is to say, his enjoyment of the variety of teenaged females available to him through the Daughter Share Program.However, in Leo Cohen’s view, seeing to one’s clinical duties need not always require deferring one’s pleasure, and this session was to be a demonstration of that point. He looked down between. She was still turned on though and gave me a blow job in the car on the way home. I asked her if she enjoyed herself and would ever want to go back. She said it was one of the most exciting things she had ever done and if no one would touch her she would love to go back sometime. From then on at least once a week I took her to the theater.I would guide her down the center aisle with my hand stroking her silky skirt covered ass, remember the 80's were polyester paradise, everything was silky and. It slid in easily on her juices, and she felt the throbbing prick pulsating in her cunt, sending fresh spasms of passion through her. It was only in an inch or so, but that was more than enough for her super-sensitive pussy. The churning prickhead pulsed in her fuck-hole, and she gasped, pushing the thick vibrator deeper; rasping it over her pussy walls. Spreading her legs wider, she held the vibrator in her cunt, pushing it harder."Ohhhh, you beast, what are you doing to me?" she sobbed,. "You don't mind do you Sweetie?" She teased. "I want to make the night special for him." I looked at her in an early morning surprise. "I want to be so erotic that he can't resist me." She said."I promise I'll give you all the details." She pledged, flipping me a token dog/sex bone to tease me.She had her nails done in a French Manicure, which of course Phil had said he liked. She went shopping, came back laying her plunder on her bed.She had me pour her a drink and run her bath. I lit the.