She had tried to keep her mind on the therapy, but it was impossible not to enjoy, even crave touching this giant...work of art. She was just becoming... aware of these feelings and she hadn't really thought about them or what they even meant. She did know that she never wanted these "sessions" to stop."You have a beautiful body, Tracy. I am glad you feel comfortable enough with me that you can be yourself around me."She smiled and looked deep into his eyes as she stroked his penis.With every. Taking a stance there, her pussy fuzz on show for all to see, her bare breasts shaming my own rather more meagre equipment, she dived cleanly into the water with barely a splash before setting off to power up and down the pool at a speed roughly three times that which I could manage. Taking the hint, I clambered out and decided that a rest on the lounger might be a better idea.For a while I dozed in the warm sun, occasionally turning over to ensure an even tan. By late afternoon a few of the. She languidly let the soft fuzziness of sleep leave her and warmly thought about last night--and the long, wonderfully delicious parade of days and nights since that fateful weekend when she and Sandy had been blackmailed.She propped herself up on her elbows and saw that her daughter was standing at the window, peeking through the thin sheer netting of the curtains. Sandy was naked, just as she'd been when she had peacefully drifted into sleep after she and Alice had sucked and tongued each. I noticed that Vicky had a somewhat flushed look on her face and was already panting when she had entered the den. With annoyance in her voice, she looked over at me and said, "Are you expecting anyone this time of night?" I answered her by shaking my head no.When she got to the door she looked through the glass next to the door and said, "It's a woman and a man. They look like movers; they're both dressed in gray jumpsuits and there's a moving van out back. She's got her back to the door and I.