Most of my couch coaches ran out of the room like their asses were on fire when they met me! But I got a feeling about you, Peter... something tells m...e you aren't afraid to have a little fun! You DO want to have fun, don't you, baby?" she purred."Oh, I'm all about having a good time. I'm going to show you such a good time, you forget all about those other shrinks and 'couch coaches' as you called them. I'm going to fuck you till you scream out my name because you forgot your own. I'm going to. I don't have any money, just the clothes onmy back and..."Even though I was lying about how I got here, the thought that I wasbroke and literally only had the clothes I was wearing made me cryagain.He akwardly stepped toward me and tried to comfort me by rubbing myback."It's okay," he said. "Maybe I can... maybe I can help somehow?" Help me how!?" I said with my face still in my hands. I couldn'tbelieve how obnoxious my new voice was."Look, I'm parked near here. Maybe we can go get you some. I slipped the head into my pussy gently, and slid slowly down over him, allowing my pussy to recover to his width as I went. My pussy lips stretched wide, and the velvety lining began to moisten to help him in. Even so, I had to go slow as he was fairly well endowed! Eventually, I had all of him inside me except his final 2 inches. I was panting like a bitch on heat as I gently rocked on him, trying to open myself even wider to accommodate all of him. My pussy squelched indignantly, as she. He also took in the valley view. The scenery was peaceful and calming. Spence pulled one hand away from her boob and put it inside the loose leg of her shorts, tunneling for her labia. It was soft, warm and moist, barely covered by a narrow strip of the thong underwear. He probed under the fabric, pushed it aside, acquiring tactile contact, finger skin to cunt skin. Rearing back, Spence’s other hand unbuttoned his snap and lowered his zipper, spreading the khaki flaps. His tumescent meat found.