It felt erotic knowing he was penetrating there with his buttered fingers, and in an act acquiescence, my head dropped forward letting my long blond l...cks dip into the water, and as I looked my knuckles were white, and I could feel him probing and pushing, all the time being connected to him as I greedily pulled him inside me, his deep groan and the feeling of his pubic hairs brushing against my bum signifying we were now one person, his cock pushing my tampon hard against the back of my pubis,. The spare bedroom is not very big, barely having enough room for the double size bed and a night stand. The closet takes up the entire wall on one side of the bedroom. As I walk over to the side of the bed where Rehtaeh is lying down, she requests for me to remove my jeans, sox and shoes. Not one to disobey, I do as she requests then climb in between the my two twenty something year old cousins. ‘Are you ready to put your banana in my peach?’ Shayla asks before laughing. Lying on my back, I. Up until this session, our conversations were casual and could have passed the test for a professional therapist. She had never been overtly flirtatious, nor had I. But, on this occasion, she did want me to read the journal entries she had made since she had been my patient. In one of those entries, she had written that she missed having sex with her husband, who she referred to as ‘Michael’ - not ‘Mike’ but, ‘Michael,? which I though was sort’a stiff. She noted that he only seemed to want her. We were busy with the genitals of each other. I started chatting with her:Me: Champa, how is Babloo and how is he fucking you?She: Oh dada! He is a fucking master. He fucks me at least twice daily.Me: And what about fondling boobs?She: He fondles my boobs, whenever he gets a chance. He is proud of my cute boobs. He likes to suck and lick my nipples very much.Me: When had you been fucked last?She: Just yesterday evening, when I was getting ready to come at your home. Babloo asked children to.