Orgasms are as much in the mind as they are in the body. Do you understand?" I said."I think so. But what am I going to do about that? How do I cum in... my mind?" she asked getting frustrated again."That is what we are here to figure out, my dear," I said.Now that I knew a bit more about what was causing her mental block, we concentrated on it. I asked her questions and we discussed her early childhood and her relationship with her father.She opened up about the fact that the woman she called her. Monique leaned forward again and drew her nipple into her mouth, suckling on it tenderly as her eyes continued to lock on Laura's. The whole scene seemed too surreal for the young housewife. She had never been interested in other women before and yet, here she was, thinking about how erotic and desirable Monique was. She had never felt a desire to share her husband but she was finding herself thankful that he was providing pleasure to her mistress. And she had never felt a desire to be with. He kept his hand between my legs while he was talking to me, playing with my clit, putting fingers inside my wet and sticky pussy. I was getting wetter if that was possible. “I have 3 fingers in your cunt now.”He asked me if I’d like to fuck that black man and I said oh yes, I would. In the meantime, his fingers kept playing me and it felt better and better. “Now I have 4 fingers in your cunt.” He adjusted himself a little so he was lying on his side with his hand between my bent, spread. ?I should have known you weren’t just playing,? he told me.?I was twelve or thirteen,? I said. ?Well, at least when I began to care about that stuff. You know how it is.??So what about that painting???Oh, right. What about it???Do you remember where you got it? Do you know who painted it???I got it at a little store in Elmira. No idea who painted it, but sometimes the name is at the bottom, covered by the frame.? I wanted to do a Homeresque ?d’oh!? So simple an idea and I’d never thought to.