Like duh-uh, you really think so, Dr. Gertzoff? Geez. It neverwould have occurred to me. You?re a genius. Please. The only thingtherapy had taught her...was that it wasn't true that you could changesomething by talking about it, not even by understanding a problemclearly could you necessarily change it. The Dr. Gertzoffs of the worldseemed to think that if you could only see the problem in its entirety,talk about it incessantly, you could bore it to death. The idea was thatif you could understand. She held my dick and smiled at me… and i began to piddle over her face and the water trickled over her neck and breasts and stomach and reached her thighs… she held my dick and directed the flow towards her mouth which she opened out for me and took my piss inside her mouth… and i piddled on her lovely face and i piddled inside her mouth…We spent the rest of the day inside the bathtub that day, sprinkling urine over each other from the pool that had formed. I brought the remaining bottles. We spoke for some time after that she went. Mom said me about her divorcee story. On the same evening while going to office I saw aunty washing clothes in front of her house wearing nighty, I said hi and saw the full boobs from top of her nighty and she observed that and was smiling naughtily, I was confused for a moment by her reaction. Next 1 week I dint see her, again on tuesday she came home and speaking with mom and I was sleeping in my room, I wokeup and went to hall and said hi to her. Questions swirled around and around her head, as she walked toward the baggage claim. What would He be like? What would she say? She hoped against hope that she wouldn’t act all giddy (as she sometimes was prone to doing when nervous). Now, she had chosen her attire very carefully, paying special attention to lingerie. She was wearing a brand-new red bra, one she had purchased with Sir in mind. As she was walking along, it occurred to her that perhaps He would like it even more if perhaps He.