Maybe they thought I wanted to wear such things and now would only denyeverything. At any rate they made it fairly simple: Doesn't look normal,off to ...the psychiatrist." You mean, that what they've told us isn't really the way things were?" No idea what they've told you. But I did at one time hear 'suicide-prone.' Complete nonsense. I just wanted out of those clothes. Just towear pants again and most of all a pair of undershorts. A normal skirtwouldn't have bothered me at all." Now I'm beginning. Eric steps out of his pants as I pull the skirt off my hips, we are standing infront of each other touching here and there and kissing each other passionately again. I walk over to the windows and tell Eric I want to fuck here..right in front of the windows.Eric pulls me towards him as he is leaning against his desk, with his ravishling hard cock, that is slightly curved upward. He's poking me in my stomach as he pulls me closer. I reach down, stroke him as he turns me around to take me from. Like the next five years, or something.”I could almost feel his eyes on me. Shit, his gaze alone was almost enough to make my headache worse.“You’re serious about that, aren’t you?”I nodded, which turned out be be a serious mistake, because now I had to hurry to the bathroom to get rid of the water I had just drunk.Two hours later, I had been able to take a shower, and my stomach seemed to tolerate water, but I felt weak as a kitten. A sick kitten. I took the robe and the slippers that had been. I also had suspected that Sandy might have sexual feeling for me. Whether it was that or maybe it was because she was sorry for me, I don't know, but apparently she had thought things out and made a decision.I watched in awe as she leaned down and reached for my shorts. My mind was screaming at me to stop her, but of course I was already coming under the power of another head. My heart was beating like crazy as I felt my daughter's hands begin to tug, and I lifted my butt ever so slightly,.