Once? Thank god it’s Thursday. *** I looked up from the printed sheets to my patient curled up on the leather couch before me. She was twirling her ...air with one hand and the other hand had drifted to her crotch, lightly stroking herself absently, as if unaware of what she was doing. Her eyes were partially concealed behind a curtain of dark brown hair and seemed to be locked on a point somewhere on the floor in front of me. ‘I’m glad that you’ve done your assignment and kept a journal of these. I would sometimes see ‘her’ in my thoughts when I’m crying. I never knew her name, or in a way I did know her name but it was more of a feeling then a word. I’d be wrapped up in myself on the bed, not caring about anything or anyone, mad at the world.. consumed with so much anger and hurt. Then I would open my eyes and she’d be there laying next to me… stroking my hair as she watches me. I could see the concern on her face, and the warmth of her caring would stir inside of me. I’d feel. Alternating between licking and kissing my hardness, she looked me right in the eyes and giggled. A shameless giggle born from the sheer enjoyment of sin. Her eyes twinkling, she placed the circumcised head of my cock against her lower lip and flicked around it with her tongue. Then she slowly sucked the tip into her mouth, stretching her mouth around my thickness. The low humming sound she was making got a little louder.Not all blowjobs are created equal. The truth is a blowjob expertly given. I leaned into her and she spread her legs so I could fit and I nestled into her, hugging her at first and then began stroking her body. I ran my hand behind her head and laced my fingers in her silky smooth hair and pulled her face to mine and I kissed her. I hadn’t noticed the radio on until that point and mostly because the song on the radio had a nice steady beat not overpowering or rude, but deep. I slid up and over her keeping our bodies almost in constant contact as I made my way onto the.