She moved her hips from side to side, putting me in a vice grip, shuddering and letting out some un-aunt-like grunts. "HUUHHHGG!" UUUUUHHHHH!" She thr...ashed around, and I almost fell off of her. I had to chase her hips all over her queen-sized bed to stay in her. Just when I thought I'd fall out of her, she clamped her thick thighs around me and held me in, digging her fingers into my shoulders.Guttural grunting bellowed from her as she thrust her hips to meet mine. "UGG!" "HUNGGG!?. It helped that Geeta had been extremely lucky in the therapist she found. Dr. Ilena D'Ascanio was a perfect match for Geeta. Ilena had explained in their very first session that the therapist and her patient had to be suited for each other. It did not matter how good the therapist was if the necessary communication with the patient could not be established. And so their first hour together had mainly been spent educating Geeta about the process and what to expect.The second session had torn. After a while, she was having trouble balancing on her heeled boots and two guy helped her onto one of two round couches that you see in hotel lobbies. As they walked her to the couch, I could see them holding her arms and the backs of their hands rubbing on the sides of her breasts. The bras she wore then were little flimsy nothings and were like thin mesh. I could see her face as she walked. As they touched her she would close her eyes and her mouth was open breathing a little heavily through. A graceful, lean neck led to wiry shoulders and a gentlyprotruding collar bone. Small breasts with nipples erect from theroom’s chill jutted out proudly above a smooth belly and narrow waist.And here the mirror’s range reached its lower boundary.Oriana stared into a reflection of her own stark blue eyes, tired and abit vacant due to the stresses of exam week. Damn her timing! She hadfinally persuaded Cory to stop by her room and talk for a while.He had comfortably sprawled across.