”How naughty?” I asked, but I already knew the answer.”As naughty as one can be in one hour”, she said and guided my hand up her leg to her su...prisingly wet pussy. ”Why don’t you come back up to the room with me and let me tell you all about it?On the way up in the lift, I kneeled down to kiss her pussy. I seemed to remember she was wearing a bikini under the sarong when she left, but that was gone now. Her lips were swollen and her pussy wet. As I got closer I could smell – not just her, but. ” she explained.“Facing your trauma is always uncomfortable, Amy. You need to do the difficult thing to get results.” he stated. “If you’d like something more solid to justify my diagnosis, we can run a quick test.”Dr. Conseil called for Laura to get the projector, which she did. The woman entered the room wearing a canary yellow robe similar to what she wore yesterday, wheeling the projector between the two sofas, facing the blank wall opposite from the bookshelves. While she set it up, the. Theyweren't exactly touching each other, but they were fast dancingon a crowded floor very close to each other and there were many,many excuses for them to bump and rub their bodies together. Trina also has this way of dancing "shing-a-ling" style thatmakes her huge breasts bob violently up and down and makes hercleavage swell in pulses over and over. I tried to see if my wifehad given this guy as huge as mine, but the other dancers kept mefrom getting a clear view of his pants. Then came the. His hands moved to her legs, stroking the silky nylon from her thighs down to her feet, then slowly traveling back up. He didn't stop at her waist. His hands made their way up her sides, stroking her soft skin, moving up to cup her breasts beneath the fabric. She could not stop the gasp that escaped her, the sudden rush of warmth that spread from her breasts where his hands touched her. He was gentle, caressing her globes in slow circles, supporting their weight in his palms, his fingers.