Along the way, for the first time, she'd tried to write a story of her own. It was just a collection of notes so far. It wasn't all that original, but...then, what story hadn't been told somewhere, sometime, already?The story centered on a buxom female therapist with a knack for hypnosis and a lack of morals. She was "treating" John and Charlotte, a couple whose marriage was on the rocks. The therapist's objective was to reunite the couple through an intense experience in which she would partake.. ” “Is that ok with you?” I ask. “Yes, yes, please do so. I have longed to feel your fingers in my pussy once more far too long. Go ahead, and take your liberties with me.” As she uttered this I placed my fingers inside the waistband of her pantyhose and panties and slid my hand down to her cunt. She was soaking wet, a clear indication she had not lied when she said she had been thinking about me all day. I could only imagine what those thoughts were. “You are so wet. Let me make this easier. I moved my hands down to her hips and watched her big tits bounce in cadence. Mother's velocity increased. She was close to orgasm and I shifted my hands to her buttocks and grabbed each cheek. I helped her pitch up and down on my dick. She began to whine lost in lust. I savagely shoved a finger up her ass to my second knuckle. Her cunt tightened its grip on my cock. She threw back her head and howled as the waves of pleasure crashed through her. It was more than I could stand and I began to. " I leaned up on an elbow and winced.He shifted slightly and I got a good look at the truck behind him, the body now bearing a large indent of his back and forearms leading down to the indentations from his hands. He followed my gaze and casually wrenched the metal into a less recognizable shape."You stopped it from hitting me," I whispered wonderingly."How would I do that? All I did," he leaned over me, making me lie back down on the frozen concrete, "was haul you back out of the way and.