I climbed back up onto the couch and pulled off her pants. I got up onto my knees and pulled her close, as she lay down on her back. She reached down ...and stretched her snath open wide enough for me to slip my hard dick inside of her.I was surprised by how tight her bagina was, but I'm not complaining. The tighter, the better.I started to pump against her, sliding by cock in and out of her wet pussy. She moaned and panted and sighed as I ground up and down against her.I grasped her breast and. Happy, empty songs filled with troubled thoughts echoed through the walls as she struggled to make peace with herself, until slowly, the music transcended into a theme of a heart that no longer fears. It was a humorous event of a brave soul that unraveled before me.It was a small piece of the composition that made me smile in elation. But before I could continue to the last part, my fingers just stop and were unable to find the heart to make it to the end. Instead, I just hang my head, lifeless. "I began watching pay-per-view porn and pulling on my dick. I would not ejaculate, though, because I was so looking forward to fucking her when she got back. This whole thing pissed me off, but it also turned me on incredibly. I had to wait two more hours… Finally, the door flies open and Tammy staggers in. Her hair is a rack, and she has clearly drunk. Her flip-flops fly off, clothes drop to the floor, and she plopped facedown on the bed. I look at her pale, shapely body, and I smell the funk. Yours Is Not To SayBy Myria People think that it's just a joke that therapists have to undergo therapy, but it isn't. I've always thought it somewhat telling that a centerpiece of my profession is that we ourselves go through much the same treatment as that which we give our own patients. In an odd sense it's almost as though we become the receptacles for the accumulated problems we help our patients overcome and then we pass those on to our therapist who then, presumably, passes them on to his.