”Richardson chipped in, “Exposure therapy.”“Just so,” Gray agreed. “Something like when you expose a person afraid of heights to a high pl...ace and keep them there, they gradually get used to it because they see nothing bad happens. The Program shrink went on about methods of getting reluctant kids to overcome their fears and said that ideally, shy kids could be slowly acclimated to the idea of being naked. And she said good control over the situation was essential, controlling the pupils’. They looked gorgeous and,though I found it hard to think it, as sexy as I'd ever seen them! I knewI must look the same to them in my satin bra and panties! We werepowerless to stop ourselves but, surprisingly, we were able to look intoeach other's eyes and see that mixture of fear and questioning that wasnow so common in our lives.We sat primly near the edge of the sofa, legs modestly together, ourbacks straight, and looked at the TV screen as the chimes sounded again.The blank screen came to. I groaned and then pushed her all the way back.She hit the bed and sank down on it with a squeak.“Mrs. Marlow,” she whimpered. “Are you...?”“Am I what?” I asked, my hands sliding up her thighs, my eyes locked on her pussy.“Are you going to... to lick my... my pussy?”I smiled and answered with my actions. I pressed my face into her black bush. Her silky curls rustled over my face moments before I kissed at her virgin twat. I licked at her slit, sliding my tongue up her plump vulva and gathering. She clicked on the music, a song called ‘Wild Horses’ and one of her favorites to dance to, came on. She started swaying with her eyes closed, still trying to place him in her mind, when suddenly he touched her hand and said, ‘Emily, look at me’. That did it. She had to bite, ‘Where do I know you from honey?’ not concerned about the song anymore. Where did she know him from? It was his eyes, that strange color. It reminded her of one time, as a little girl, an electrical storm and she and her.