Rutherford made pleasant small-talk with Melissa while we waited.Exactly 12 minutes late, Jennifer arrived, heavily made up and wearing a red cocktail...dress that someone half her age (Melissa, for instance) would have found it hard to carry off with dignity. Jennifer certainly didn't, nor was there any dignity in her greeting to Melissa. "So, are you George's daughter?" she asked bluntly.John looked scandalised. I am sure he had told Jennifer about Melissa only a few hours earlier, but Jennifer. Halfway to her house as we chatted I decided to take a chance and I placed my hand on her right thigh just above the knee. She asked what am I doing and I told her that I'm feeling her leg as it looks so damn sexy. She replied back saying that I shouldn't as I have a girlfriend. I said yes very true and as I started lifting my hand off her leg she placed her hand down ontop of mine. She then moved my hand higher up her thigh and said if you want, this could be our little secret. I looked at her. The one who was saved from Everett Reilly” she said softly, watching me closely. I wondered now if she was really the right person. I wanted help, not to be studied.“I have some issues still, from that time in my life. Will you ... can you, help me with them? One thing though, I will not be a subject for your research, doctor. Not now, not ever. If that is a deal breaker, I will find another doctor.” I told her, getting ready to stand.She waved both hands, looking almost panicked. “No, please,. “What about the pips? Won’t they get stuck?” Robert was concerned that they would become lodged. “We’ll deal with that later.” She told him, closing the subject. Not content with one berry, she repeated the process several times until she had five or six of the pip covered fruits inside her pussy. The chocolate had become smeared all over her hairless lips and strawberry pulp leaked out in small globules. She spun around and sat on his face, demanding.