"Please let me come in."When she was fully inside, she gently closed the door and turnedtoward her son who was still seated on the toilet with his pan...tsaround his ankles. Looking down on his upturned face she said, "I'mreally sorry to disturb you, but I've been wanting to talk to youabout this for quite some time now. Do you wind?" Talk about what, mom?" This. You know - you're doing this. Masturbating." Aw, gee, mom . . . " It's OK, Bobby. Look - I've been meaning to bring the subject upever. We had to an individual session first before we went together.I liked the counselor, a woman close to fifty who had been practicing for twenty-four years. I asked her once if over the years she’d heard it all. She grinned. “Not in the least. Every time I get complacent one of my clients throws me for a loop. You never know what’s going to come out of a client’s mouth.”We did the individual sessions and Dr. Jones shared a few observations before we could speak. I was a little surprised at her. As I leaned over towards his throbbing dick, I saw another drop of pre cum form at his tip. I gently licked it off and his cock jumped and jerked in response. I felt my own cock stiffen again at the taste. His pre cum was sweet delicious and made me only want more. I wanted him to beg for it. I moved between his legs again and felt his firm thighs with my hands as I leaned forward and licked his tight, full ballsack. I felt the wrinkles of his sack on my tongue and lips as I watched his cock. Dono sawle rang ki Rajasthan ki thi. Sham ko jab main 6.00 ghar aaya to aunty ne mujhe intorduce kiya mere rooms chat par the. Unhone food ke bare main poocha to maine kaha ki main daal and rice banane wala hoon if they like thay can hve. Woh maan gayi aur bhabhi mere saath help karne lagi aur choti pad rahi thi doosre room main. Maine casual baat ke saath shuru kiya aur phir voh boli ki they like roti tan rice aur atta ready karne ko nichay bath gayi. Kam karte time main uske boobs dekh raha.