The office of Sandra Duran, LPC, was located in a relatively nondescript seven-story office building in Cary. Sandra herself was a thin fiftysomething... woman with several streaks of gray in her dark brown hair, her face framed by oversized red-rimmed glasses, and her kind eyes were a chocolate brown. My immediate impression was a quite positive one; she seemed very approachable and friendly.After the three of us were seated in her office, a brief silence ensued as I looked at both her and Lisa. Oh, so lovely to have his hands on me, so big and rough in the summer after he's been working. I move over to the sofa and sit down slowly. He follows and sits, I begin to play with his hair. I feel warm and hungry, watch his breath deepen as I stroke his cheek. We lean together and kiss, slow long deep kisses, he is rolling over the top of me, until I am flat on my back on the couch. He is laying between my legs and I can feel the weight of him, can feel is hard cock pressing at his pants. .. Her tummy is freaking huge. It's not only big but hard as a rock. It's not easy to negotiate sex over or around that thing and I'm quite sure I couldn't do it if I was on top. That would be like trying to fuck someone with a basketball between you both! That problem was something she had evidently figured out. She managed by topping me! So while on top, to get her tits in my mouth she had to be up on her knees straddling my stomach and hanging her boobs down to my mouth. If those beauties. ‘What does it seem like is happening?’ She looked towards the door. ‘It looks like you’re trying to kiss me.’ I took the photo from Nikki and gave it to Felicia. ‘Tell my wife what was really going on.’ ‘We were just dancing.’ she admitted. ‘Did I do anything to lead you on or touch you at the party?’ ‘No.’ I should have left well enough alone but I had to keep on pushing. ‘Don’t tell me, tell Felicia.’ She looked in Felicia’s direction but not directly at her. ‘Nothing happened.’ Felicia.