I look forward to burning this thing when we get back tomorrow. Michael Barton* * *“Okay,” Dr. Tony Albert, my psychiatrist ...ays to me, “that’s good. You’re making a lot of progress, and your memories seem to be sorting themselves out.”I’ve been coming here every Friday for a few months now, and Tony, as he prefers I refer to him as, has helped me with the IED attack. I hadn’t even realized how much about it I’d forgotten, but with his help, I’ve been coming to terms with. “Yeah, plus she wasn't really all that great, it was okay,” he replied.“Well don't worry baby, I'm gonna give you everything you want,” Helena told him.She then dropped to her knees and pulled down his undershorts to reveal his quite big cock at full erection. Helena immediately got to work sucking and slurping on his dick.I continued banging away at Trixie’s pussy from behind. I was fucking her quite hard now, and it wouldn't be long before I couldn't take it anymore.I pulled out and told. "I said, "Thanks Vicky. All is OK. We have decided to break up, and she's moving out."I received a bunch of texts back from her that I ignored, because I really didn't want to get into it then and there.The next day while I was walking out to my driveway, and the most predictable thing happened; Vicky appeared out of seemingly thin air.Before she could say anything, I said, "Vicky, I know you want to know all the details so the girls can dish, but I really don't feel like getting into it right. It was all made worse by the fact that Jeremy, being an only child, had no siblings to talk about it. I realized then that’s why he had crawled into a protective shell and, except for work, lived almost reclusive life. Chapter Three – “The Dream House”That brings us back to present day.I fed in the address Jeremy had given me into my GPS and began following its instructions to his house. When I got there, I had to drive around the block to see if I had made a mistake; I couldn’t believe my.