My fist was shaking, not in pain or fear, but happiness. The smile on my face was a bloodthirsty maniacal one, burning with the haunted flames of the ...ast and the fearless flames of the future. I was finally free.“I’ve experienced my own death, witnessed the end of all reason, suffered more agony in the last few months than you will ever experience in your lifetime, and finally discovered happiness through something beyond your comprehension. There is nothing in the world that can I can fear or. "What's with you, Artie? You just dumped a load of cum up my ass and now you're asking about your daughter." It's nothing; just curious." Bullshit, just curious. You want to fuck your daughter, don't you?"I didn't say anything. It didn't seem like the right time to admit anything."You want me to pimp her for you too? You want me to fix you up with her?" Aw, forget it." I tried to keep a straight face; the bitch had hit the nail right on the head."It's forgotten." She got off the bed and went to. Dr Blackwell did appear shortly after that."Hello Keith, I'm glad you've arrived on time, but of course we expect males from Rachel's string of studs to be well behaved. Come on through Keith." she told me.The room was warm and clean but very sparse and clinical. A low table dominated the centre and a simple chair was placed by the wall. On the table were various things you might expect; tissues, wipes, a towel and a box of disposable gloves. Other things had functions not immediately obvious. .I felt Bhabhi's cheeks stroked my erection slowly when she bent for her glass of wine! The pressure on my penis was exquisite, her buttocks gently and slowly squeezing around it generating an automatic sympathetic pulse of my own. I could feel a wet spot developing at its tip. My embarrassment was overwhelmed by teen hormones; it just felt so damn good.I lay as still as road kill, enjoying the sensation. When the wine glass was returned to the coffee table her buttocks relaxed from holding my.