"You call yourself the Ugly One. I wish you wouldn't, because I agree with your therapist that it's your attitude and self-image and not your looks th...t are causing you problems with women. Even with evidence to the contrary—me, Summer, Angie—you continue to believe that."Tamara stopped and took a deep breath. I was surprised to see her nervous."So I thought you might have to stop calling yourself ugly if the evidence was overwhelming. Are you willing to go along?"I nodded dumbly. I had no idea. I was happy to oblige. So I took the bottle out of her hand and squeezed it into mine. A whole handful of the oil came out to my hand and I clasped my hands together and started rubbing her shoulders to her back, covering her in the oil. I then squirted the oil up and down her beautiful thick legs. "You forgot my ass Tyler" she said. I started to get extremely excited and poured it onto her huge cheeks. I then started rubbing her legs as she let out a slight sexy moan. Afterwards, I slowly. About an hour and a half later, a blond-haired woman in a knee length black and white striped dress moved to the centre of the room. The woman carried an energy of vulnerable strength, it was quite alluring in its own way. It took her about ten minutes to quiet the room, and right as the whispers began to die down, Helena noticed Ava. She was leaning in a doorway holding a tray filled with wine glasses. Her knee length short black dress was loose, very conservative. Helena’s breath shallowed as. Your mama was the same way in high school. She couldn't say no to a hard body and stiff cock."I found that hard to believe since Mama hardly looked at a man since Daddy died when I was a little girl. Coach talking about my mom made me upset so I lashed out at him, "I don't know about her, but I like to fuck and I'm not going to be sorry for that. Now if you are going to punish me, please let me know what I'm going to get for this and let me get on with my afternoon."Instead of getting angry.