She was soon on his lap and had a hand in her blouse for her troubles. She pulled back laughing, “Insatiable man,” she scolded him but didn’t tr... to remove his hand. Ty was still massaging her breast lovingly.Willow wiggled and felt him pressing up into her butt. Ty pulled her back to his mouth. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her. The three days of her menstrual cycle earlier in the second week had been torture. Otherwise, he had bedded her every day and often twice or thrice. They didn’t. With long, thick, curly hair to her chest and a sweetheart shaped face, she attracted the attention of men more than the college boys. Nonetheless, she sat demurely until her name was called, standing, she gracefully crossed the area and entered the room of Dr Erickson. Dr Erickson looked up at the young woman, first noticing her attractive gait with her curvy physique before turning to the matter at hand. “Hello Miss Andrews, my name is Dr Erickson, how can I help you today?” “Hi,” Melanie. We made it to our car, and my husband got our camera out of the trunk and started snapping pictures of me in all different poses, so that we could remember this adventure. I was trying to find my bathing suit to put on, and something to wipe myself off with, but my husband said for me to just get into the car the way I was. I couldn’t sit on the car seat the way I was because I had so much cum running out of my pussy and asshole, so he let me put a towel down to sit on as I got into the car. . ‘What is this?’ ‘Food.’ Leslie resisted the urge to roll her eyes, not sure if that would bring a punishment. ‘I mean what is this meal.’ ‘Well you see.’ The older woman wheeled over and started pointing out compartments. ‘You have fried chicken, my recipe. Garlic mashed potatoes, and baked beans. Top it all off with some corn bread. We’ll get meat back on those bones.’ This was like living with her grandmother, Gertrude ‘Food Pusher’ Ryan. ‘Okay.’ ‘You clear that plate and we’ll talk.