"She drained her tankard, and I hastily refilled it. Her tale was drawing me in like a ragamuffin into a pie shop."When Madame Dyer joined the Curzon ...Players it soon became evident that audiences preferred to see expanses of her flesh, rather than my interpretation of Messers Sheridan, Goldsmith or Shakespeare." She laughed. "I fear the sight of my flesh, or anything else, would not have raised the slightest interest if placed on show. I left the Players then, but still kept a close interest in. And she did have that Jägermeister he'd been counting on, but before dinner was good too. Carol had had a pretty easy week, an unusual occurrence for the personnel office during the summer, as they were normally busy with a lot of moves taking place during the summer when the weather was good, and families were more likely to be willing to move to new duty stations. David told her that was part of the work he was doing with the relocation too, and they compared notes for a few minutes on. She was breathing hard."Take it out," Todd said. His voice was a choked whisper.Pam undid his jeans and Todd lifted himself off the seat so she could push them down. His penis jumped out at her and she squealed. Todd sighed.It stood up from his lap like a pole. Pam stared, fascinated by it. Todd's was a lot like her old boyfriend's, only much longer and much thicker. It had ridges and bumps and fat blue veins that ran just under the skin. Her eyes followed its length to his balls.She reached. And my mind was racing. Jesus, what kind of pervert are you? You want to fuck your stepdaughter, your vastly u******ed stepdaughter? What the hell would she think of you if she found out? Christ, are you some kind of monster? A r****t or c***d m*****er?This barrage went on all night, freshly stimulated each time I thought about that moment that her body was pressed up against me and the lust that boiled up so fast and furious it was primal. This despite the fact that I'm a psychologist and I.