They didn't say anything or do anything. Julie walked over to him after powering up her PC."What do you think?" she asked quietly."Beats the shit out ...of me!" he replied."Do you want me to examine them, or you?" she asked. She had a hint of nervousness in her voice."I'll do it, it's okay." he said.Taking a deep breath, Michael walked over to the two. "Chip, take off your clothes and hop up on the table."Chip complied; as Becky moved out of the way for him, and hopped up on the table."Oh, Jesus!". The week before Spring Break started, a couple of Dr. Hartman's clients canceled their weekly appointments, leaving her several spare slots in her schedule. She decided to offer one to Ruthie, with the idea of spending the extra time getting her client to talk about her life in high school and her last year in middle school.The counselor already knew about Ruthie's move from Lincoln to Salinas and some of the unpleasant experiences that followed. However, Hartman wanted to learn more about that. Her sweet son sat on the toilet lid, stroking his massive penis with both hands. “Oh my.” She closed the door behind her and locked it. Not that it mattered. William was probably still staring at his dumb painting. “I’m … going to help you with that.” She stepped over to him, tucked her skirt under her, and lowered herself to her knees. “Okay, Mom.” David was sweating profusely now. He knew only one thing very clearly, he needed to bust a nut in his mother’s sweet little mouth. He let go of his. "Close the door, Shelly," he snapped. "We don't want the whole neighborhood to see us." I'm sorry," the pretty redhead sighed as she shut the door. "I just lost my head when I saw what was happening." How come you didn't knock, Shelly?" Joan said angrily."And what are you doing here?" Vicky demanded.Shelly turned red as a beet, redder than her own hair. "Oh, shit, I don't know what to say. I know I'm being very rude. But I was sitting home alone, just dying for some company, and I decided to do.