As I continued to lick her opening and she moaned and squealed and rocked under my hands and mouth. I could have died right there with the sweat youn... sexy girl under my hands and mouth.Then I used my hands to push her legs wide as they would go and wide they did she was a dancer I looked up and my god they were straight out and her opening was popped open and so inviting I stood up and my hard cock, harder than it had been in a long time she looked down between her breasts and down her flat. I turn you and kiss you hard and passionately on the mouth, my tongue probing for yours, melding us together, and joining us in soft pleasure. I have my hands on your bottom and push your hips I to mine, crushing your soft mound to my throbbing bulge. The water runs over our mouths and closed eyes, you arms are about my neck, our mouths are wet and soft on one another. I fall to my knees, unable to hold back any longer, and pressing tou back against the tiled wall, I gently part your legs, and. But it pays the bills. Recently I attended a three day seminar on sexual counseling. This enabled me to list sexual therapy on my list of qualifications. Was I really qualified? The state of NC said I was. This is when my lack of professionalism came into question. This is when I crossed the line. A line might I add is one I have no intention of giving up. I now have a need for the sexual control I have. It was a Monday, and Mondays for me are just like everyone elses. I dreaded it. The. I was really frustrated with my feelings towards my mom. My mom’s beauty used to make me mad. Now I will say you about my mom. Her name was Devaki. As her name sounds she looks like a goddess. She wears all types of dresses. She is 5.7 inches height, fair in complexion. Her figure is 36D-30-36. Her hair black in color and length just above her butts. When she wears sari she looks really beautiful and sexy when she lets her hair loose. After my attitude changed towards her she was looking utmost.