I walked over to the window and watched her cross the parking lot and get into her car. Amused by her confusion, I found I enjoyed the game I was play...ng with her subconscious thoughts, almost as much as I enjoyed fucking her. Yet, as I thought back on our session, I made a mental note to be more careful with her, physically. While dressing her I had discovered the beginnings of a bruise on her breast where I had bitten her as I sucked her tits. Hopefully, she would just assume that it was the. She asked him if that was sore.He told her no and insisted he was only here about a rash and actually maybe he would just get some sudocreme in the chemist. Still mam asked him questions about his general health, and his diet, all very professional. Still she massaged his now hard cock."Please", he said , "I'm....em... I need to go". Mum asked about his sex life which he said was great, 6 or 7 nights a week. Mum asked what positions he copulated in,did he enjoy oral or anal. Mr Rogers stuttered. I hold it close around my throat and step out into the wild weather. In spite of my best efforts, the sweater does not offer much comfort against the cold – the wind pierces the wide gauge of the stitches and touches my flesh with its chilly fingertips. The freezing rain soaks the wool until it drags me down heavily, and the fabric freezes stiff in the icy blasts. I am shivering with cold, but instinctively still clutching the miserable sweater against my skin. When all of a sudden I spot a. She had taken my manhood out of my pants and was giving it a very sensual massage. While I was driving, my hand slid under her dress and I began to finger her cunt. She was shaking as I was rubbing her clit. She was getting wetter by the minute and breathing erratically. Suddenly, she grabbed my hand from her pussy and she stopped massaging my cock. Now, Bernadette gave me the surprise of the year. She reached into her purse and then I heard the unmistakable sound of a vibrator clicking on..