Isolde put her left hand out, and patted the bed beside her hip. “Come sit next to me, Honey,” she said quietly. And then, “Are you okay? I want...you to be happy, too.”George placed his pillow upright, against the headboard, and climbed into the bed beside Isolde. He pulled the sheet up to his waist, and turned towards her. She turned toward him, and reaching her right arm around his neck, kissed him softly. “I love you, George. I really do.” “I love you, too, “ George said, “you know that I do.. She said clean. He asked if she had used the enema bag to clean out her asshole She didn’t, but didn’t want to tell him she had not done what he said for her to do. She said “yes”.“Well, we have some lube for you so I can get in you. Lay back and spread them” he said. She did as was told and wondered if the men liked their pussy shaved or hairy like hers. “Big dick” squeezed a big glob of lube on her cunt and started to rub it in. He went from the hair line above the slit to down below her ass.. The man's name was Roger. He didn’t know much about him, but he would all ways help him out. Every day he would drive by the psychic's house and pass it. One day something made him decided to come in.He sat down. The psychic opened the pack of Tarot cards and placed them on the table. She looked like a gypsy woman. She was sexy and beautiful. She had long black hair and big breast with a lot of cleavage. “So what brings you here?” she asked.“Seemed like fun.”“Hmmm beware … I am not one to sugar. They viewed it like any other illness and they wanted to help. They suggested I talk to their resident consultant, Dr. Weisman and I took a chance and agreed to go. It wasn’t pleasant, but after a while, I realized that I wasn’t to blame for the failure of the marriage and that my humiliation at your mother’s behavior was pretty much normal. I guess, to sum it up, it helped. It took a while, but it helped. I still hurt from what she did to us, but I’ve come to terms with it finally. It made it.