Katy rose from her bed and walked across the hallway to the bathroom.She undressed and through a towel over the sink. She took a quick shower, she did...'t even bother to wash her hair. As she stepped onto the tile floor, she reached for the towel on the sink. It wasn't there.Katy ran into her bedroom naked and locked the door behiond her. Someone had to be in the house. She dressed in a tank top and jogging shorts and turned towards the phone. She stopped dead as she realized her closet door was. My tongue parted her opened with ease and I could taste her juice from finger fucking her before. I could feel her lifting up and rubbing her pussy in my face as my tongue darted in and out. My tongue explored all her insides and her hands held my head tighter in to her pussy as she moaned out aloud.“Quick fuck me,” she cried out I rose from her pussy and she grabbed my cock, as I got closer to her“Stick it in me”I felt her guide me to her entrance and then thrust herself upwards on to my cock,. " Thank you, Doctor. It's been very helpful talking to you."As he went out the door, he glanced back. Damn! He could have sworn that he had been talking to someone else these past 45 minutes. The good doctor was feminine in a matronly way, with exaggerated, slightly sagging bosoms and generous padding from the waist down. Dr. Philippa Dixon, in person. But... he had the distinct memory that he had come in to talk to a Dr. Philip Dixon, a distinguished grey-bearded gentleman in his 60s, wearing. It undoubtedly is provoking in sexual thoughts with its sheer sight and magnified presence.It has conjured sexual experiences to it, from past encounters with real men, it’s like form, is an agenda, to draw to it near, knowing potentials. Its ability to produce sensations, as to inflict torment or tease by it sight, its powers, waits tested, is coveted; the sexual pleasure it gives in that form, is his overly sized member.It is shown outright, is an obvious endowment, a torture to refrain sight.