It gave me time to think alone, and I enjoyed that. It was on one of my many nights alone there when I happened to have one of the strangest experienc...es of my life. At about 3am or so, a woman stumbled through the gates, wearing clothes that left little to the imagination. I say clothes, but that's the loosest definition. She had on a deep red, lacy bra, under which her nipples were clearly straining to poke through, a matching red thong, stripper heels and nothing else. I had looked up at the. I’m left staring at one of my own pictures, trying to figure it out like everyone else has to. I think I finally get why, sometimes, my family look at my pictures and scratch their heads. So what do you think, Doctor K? What do you think it means? Remind me to show it to you at our next session and you can have a go at explaining it to me.“I love it,” said Nana. “The three of us together like that. It’s so beautiful. And look, your picture is even better drawn than the one your mother did. The. ‘ ‘Then I notice during lunch, one of her friends Karen Rogers, is checking me out. Karen’s not quite as hot as Debbie, but she’s got great legs and a pretty face. Long blonde hair. Cheerleader type, you know. So after school, I catch up with her and ask her out. She blushes and says ‘yes’.’ ‘Aha,’ Dr. Morgan said as she speared her notepad with her pen. ‘I’m guessing you didn’t get the same reaction from Karen that you got from Debbie.’ She leaned back in her chair, crossed her legs and got. Make sure my pussy is a-okay.”“Yes,” I groaned, her hips bucking up into my thrusts. Her hot, tight, married cunt gripped me as I fucked her. She was so wet. I leaned down, kissing her on the lips as we writhed together, her soft tits pressing against my chest. I slid a hand up to cup one, squeezing as I fucked her harder.“You're wife's my slut, Ryan,” I growled under my breath. “She's my fucking slut!”“I am,” gasped Janet. “Your slutty patient. Oh, yes, probe me Dr. Frank. So good. I'm going.