He was the type of therapist that got people to open up. “Its. Xnxx …”
“Has it happened before?”
“No, I promise,” she said. Malcolm Brahms was a huge black man who looked more like he should be playing in the NBA than as a marriage coach. “He wrapped his arm around my…my waist and started kissing me on the neck.”
June was suddenly at a lost for words, so Brahms improvised. June and Dave kept kissing as Dr. She got to her feet and just stood there, staring at him with her pants around her ankles and Jeff’s sum running down her thighs. “I want you to walk me through it. He kept fucking until he’d left every last drop inside of her. He slipped her panties down around her ankles and spread her ass cheeks.
