“Holy shit, you weren’t joking” said Loretta to Chelsea when she had recovered from her orgasm. “I know, I told you”. Said Chelsea. “Now y...u have to prepare him so I can show you how he makes me cum”.Loretta grabbed John’s hand and led him out into the bedroom. John lay on the bed and Loretta climbed up beside him. Chelsea lifted her t-shirt off and unclasped her bra, letting her big tits fall out and bounce the way he loved. Her puffy nipples were swollen and he couldn’t wait to get his lips. "I think we need to discuss your masturbating during our sessions together."For the first time she actually turned on her side and looked over the armrest at me. Something she'd never done before in all the weeks we'd been together. I saw a very wide, very beautiful smile spread across her face."Well Doc. It's about time. I was starting to wonder when you were finally going to ask me about it."Frankly, I've had one or two patients in the past who've tried to put one over on me. But usually I. Ever since getting stopped by the cops, Sheila had become reserved and pensive as if she were pissed at herself, or the world.The talkative woman behind the desk was all bosom and thighs. Her chest oozed out of her too-tight halter top like twin muffins in adjoining cupcake tins: plump, brown, and beautiful, in a super-sized way. As far as eye-candy went, it bit too much sugar for my voyeuristic tastes."Yes, thanks. I'll give him your message," the receptionist returned her phone to its cradle. She closed her eyes. I had a feeling that it was the right time to make a move. I moved front towards her and held her shoulders and moved her nighty towards the edge of her shoulders and I tried to massage her shoulders.She tried to avoid it and stood up and walked into the room. I knew it would do me some favor and walked behind her. She stood near the table. I slowly walked towards her and held her similar to how I held her in the kitchen. I started moving my hard cock along her ass crack..