I just grab her in my arms and started smooch her, but she stopped me and said not here, she first closes the door and took me to her bedroom. As soon... we entered in the room I gram her in my arms and put her on the bed and started smooching her and with my hands I was pressing her soft melons and she was pressing my dick. I removed my cloths and she was shock to see my 6’ cork. I also tried to remove her bra but it was a little bit tight, she helped me to remove her bra, and there was the scene. HolierThanThou, and a three-seater sofa for the broken ones. A small mahogany table next to the armchair with some kind of fake flower, I suppose it's supposed to make me feel more welcome or something? I don't know. The dark green carpet runs the length of the entire room leading up to the huge mahogany bookshelf filled with books of all colours, large bound in leather, some paperback, many different titles, and authors, of course, the standard for every psychologist's office, the entire works. It was a dreadful autumn Friday, and I coincidentally ran into her when I got home from work. I held the door for her, closed it after her and walked up the stairs behind her. The contours of her thong were clearly visible through her white jeans. I wished her a good weekend, entered my apartment and fired up my computer. When the live feed started to come through, Riley was already naked. I had expected nothing less, but this time, she wasn't just sitting around. She was restless. I watched. Along the way, we heard moaning. It sounded like sex, and we decided to investigate. We walked over to one of the tables, where we saw Pete Nowak pumping his cock into the ass of someone who was lying on the table, his dirty bare feet resting on Pete's shoulders while he sucked off Will Travis. Will noticed us and motioned us over. I looked down, and beheld Hunter Weems eagerly sucking Will's cock. He pulled it out long enough to acknowledge me."I've got a hand free," he told me."No thanks,.