”I got excited after looking at that message, and I replied to him, saying.Me: Hello Ken (name changed), good to meet you.He: Thanks for responding....You look beautiful in those dresses.Me: Thank you.He: I am free tomorrow, can you meet?Me: I’m afraid to meet strangers.He: Ok, at least share your contact details to get to know each other.Me: Ok.I shared my number. We spoke on the phone and got to know each other well. After a month, we decided to meet at Ken’s place at the weekend. But he wanted. Which was okay, because I didn’t exactly try to hide my interest in their erections. For a while I just sat there and let them undress me with their eyes, wondering if either of them would be brave enough to make a move.”“Did they?” he wheezed.“Well, my story’s not over, is it?”He couldn’t help himself. “Are you sure even that much was wise? What about the next time they show up?”“That answer depends on what happened today, doesn’t it?”Though he knew the teasing and drawn-out uncertainty were. Luckily for me I still had all my limbs but I had to deal with the nightmares, and pains PTSD had caused me....thats where Rebecca comes in.Rebacca, my shrink, is one of the most beautiful women I have ever met in person. Shes around 5'6, with sleek black hair, and a gorgeous face and some beautiful (Im guessing) size DD titties. I must say I have a lovely wife, but our sex life just isn't up to par. From the moment I saw this lady I've always dreamed that she would be able to "help" me out. Through one bead he could see a freckle magnified. He had a desire to remove the freckles. The thought excited him, he was getting hard. He stripped again and moved back on top of her. He came quickly but again was not satisfied.The next time he stopped on the road he moved into the back. He stood over her naked again, stroking himself while she watched. He knelt beside her, rubbing the head of his cock on her cheek. She turned towards him, the gag pushing against him. Yes, she still has.