The throb button made Mom's eyes fly open and, with me standing behind her, she kept them open. I throbbed Mom until she didn't close her eyes even wh...en I stopped, and returned to squat in front of her.Her eyes were so glazed over with lust I doubt she could see me anyway. I brushed my fingers around the swollen edges of her breasts before grasping a nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. I rolled them back and forth and Mom closed her eyes, until I pinched them. Her eyes flew. Frank certainly knew his way around a woman's pussy and he continued to demonstrate his mastery of what a woman wants from a man's hand by drawing soft gasps and moans from deep in my throat as he touched me. Taking it slow with a soft touch from the place my clit sheath began down to where my exposed hardness ached. After several unhurried movements of teasing the length of my clit, his finger finally dipped further. He kept a steady sliding pressure against my exposed clit as his finger. "Steve tilted his head to one side, and asked. "You sound pretty confident about that. Professional, in fact."Laura blushed, and nodded. "Not yet, but I was about six months away from taking my boards as a psychiatrist. I've got my degree and done my residency, but I didn't have the license yet."Steve shrugged. "Licenses are irrelevant now," he said, "what matters is if you can detach yourself from what Karen did to you and your lover, and give her what she needs to heal. Not that I have the. ”“Why, thank you,” replied Miro.“I think we get along well. Do you?”“Oh, yes. Very well, Mr. Tate. Uh…I mean Randy.”“Good! I know we have a professional relationship, but I think we can be friends too. Do you think that’s possible?”“I would like to be your friend.”“Sweet doggie! That’s what I was hopin’ you’d say!”Miro grinned.“Since we’re friends now,” the father of three started. “We should be honest with one another.”“Agreed,” said Miro.“I have a personal question for you.”“What is it,.