Sunday was always Maria's day off so I knew Carolyn had been up early preparing breakfast as she always did on Sundays ... at least she did the last t...me I was around. Breakfast was not formal; it was more serve yourself brunch style as the household awakened. I set the Sunday Tribune on the big oak kitchen table and grabbed one of the thick crème colored coffee mugs from the sideboard and poured myself a cup. I was surprisingly wide awake considering the few hours of sleep I had.Somewhere. “Has it been an hour already?”Elizabeth shrugged. “Time flies when you're having fun?”“Oh, yes, so much fun!” he replied with just the right amount of snark to make the doctor laugh. “Same time next week?”“Yes, and in our next session we're going to have even more fun! You'll need to be at your most courageous, because I'm going to examine your coping mechanisms.”“Coping mechanisms?”“How you deal with stress. Particularly any ways that might be unhealthy.”'...Uh oh.'* * * * *Guitar riffs and. And her breasts were perfect and round and each the size of a melon .She glanced around making sure there was no one else there (if she only knew) and walked straight for me as she got closer I drew back a little just in case she saw me then she starts to shower.I feel as if my balls are about to explode as this girl rubs her self down, then after about three minuites I see her turn around for a second then her right hand goes down between her legs and she starts rubbing herself! I pull away. “Please, may I come, Sir?” I ask, looking up at you. You look at me but don’t say a word. “Please?” I repeat.“Count down from ten,” you demand, “slowly”.“Ten,” I say, voice shaking. “nine,” trying to count slowly for you. “Eight,”I already know I won’t make it to one, her tongue feels so good. As I open my mouth to keep counting, my orgasm takes hold and my hands reach down to her head as my body is convulsing. I feel the waves of pleasure through entire my body but the second it’s over I know.