"No you're not wrong" I assured her calmly, holding her flaming red tresses tightly as I bent to return the kiss on her upturned nose before straining...a handful of soap through my fingers to let it drip along her spine in a scented stream that slithered enticingly between her soft, damp crease. The cool flow of water did nothing to lower the growing heat in my simmering balls that pressed into the matted folds of her sopping wet pussy as my dick nuzzled onto her slippery arsehole. Taking her. George continued. "You used those numbers — 21 06 05 — did she explain what they mean?" Oh yes, George. Erica and I exchange many confidences. Perhaps I should explain first of all. I have been having therapy from Ms Wilkie for some time. I was worried that my shyness was a problem to me, holding me back, stopping me from finding out what I really wanted, stopping me from pursuing it."George nodded, listening closely."Well, you will understand that some of her therapy is a little unorthodox.. There goes the college education, the new car for my twenty-first birthday, my life. She shyly walked up the steps and tiptoed into the house. Not a soul insight. Silently closing the front door, she turned towards the kitchen where the mail would be. Her hands shook as she reached out to grab the newspaper. Almost there, she thought, almost there. "What do you think you're doing?" Jake asked. Her brother, twenty-three, all male, green eyes, dark brown hair. "Hey dad, look what we have here!". As I stroked it I felt it it grow even more. I think Ryan waseven bigger than his father as I looked down at the huge member. My handlooked petite as I stroked him."Not so fast," he moaned. "Slow down and let me enjoy this."Remembering what Aunt Sharon had taught me I gave him a gentle squeezeand slowed my motions. I felt Ryan's other hand come across his body andsoftly lift my head so I was looking at his face. His eyes were aglowand a huge smile on his face."Much better Sissy," he moaned.I.