Unexpectedly, one of the younger women joins in the conversation. She listens to the older ones. She stares at me several times. Then walks in my dire...ction.“How dare you!”She is angry.“How dare I do what?”“Tell my mother you want to………”She can’t quite bring herself to say the word, shape the act.“I told your mother what my plan was. I am not forcing her or any of you to come with me. It’s completely your choice.”She stomps back to the group and they start the discussion again.Now all six of. ..a huge storm hit. Piles of snow covered the ground and blocked the door, locking us inside. Luckily, we had gone shopping for food so we were fine on that note.For dinner that night, we had pizza and watched a old black and white Western movie. Becky had fallen asleep in the middle, and I quietly slipped off to explore the place. The house was big; with about four bedrooms, a kitchen, study, and a sun-room.I was looking around the study...finding it strange that a Therapist Couch would be in. For many long minutes they just sat there as she wept quietly.“God, you must think I’m such an idiot.”“Not at all. You need this, right? You hit rock bottom and you need to find a way out. If I can help you do that, then I’m happy.”She pulled back and looked him in his blue eyes.“Who the hell are you, anyway? Why are you doing this, how did you find me?”He chuckled a little. “I’m your fairy godmother.”She rolled her eyes and punched him lightly in the stomach. “Start talkin, mister.”“Ouch! Okay. This leaves your hard cock, now pushing fiercely on the front of your boxers, wanting to be free of its restraint, as I rub and stroke my hands lightly over your cock. You push against my hand. You lift my top and bra, at the same time. No time to undo, as we have been away from our table for around 5 minutes now. As my full breasts and nipples, as hard as bullets spring free. You are compelled to kiss, lick and suck on them, and you do. I shudder as I feel the first warmth and wetness of your.