The guy we went to for counseling was a younger man, about thirty-five or so. I had to concede that he was good-looking. He had curly black hair and a... complexion that spoke of Southern Italy. It did turn out that he was from Palermo. I never felt comfortable with him – somehow most of the problems seemed to be mine. He was always making goggle eyes at Jean … and she ate that shit up! If things weren’t bad enough, we would go home and fight about the guy that was supposedly helping us. I should. "Mmmm! Soft as fuckin' SILK" he exclaims. "Get back up heah on you daddy's lap, girl." I climb back on him, resuming the position I had before the blowjob. This time he encircles me in his muscle and pulls me close, my tits mashed up against his big buff chest. His full lips find mine and his tongue snakes down my throat. That's when my ass vagina REALLY begins to run with juice. I elevate my hips, reach down between my legs, my delicate white fingers with the bright red nails, encircling the. " Mom, have you ever wondered, have you ever had questions about other men" I guess I have always had that thought in the back of my mind. I guess deep down, I've wondered if all men are the same. I don't think that I've thought about being with someone else or at least if I have I've kept it hidden, even from myself."Silence reigned for several minutes. Katie broke the silence, "So deep inside, you have always wondered, but you were always afraid to voice your questions. Deep inside would you. His penis was swelling with cum and appeared ready to burst. She slid her hand up and down three times before grabbing his balls and massaging them with a firm touch. This was enough to make his erection calm down for a moment before she resumed her onslaught on his pillar. He came in ivory coloured globs, shooting into a hastily grabbed napkin. Her hand had withdrawn and settled on her crystal wine glass as the last drop was wiped from the head of his still erect member. .