MILF

Lynne was a couple of inches taller than Amy (who was rather short after all) -- just about the same height as me. She had blue eyes and a decent, but not spectacular body. Her legs were a little on the thick side, but she made up for it with muscular arms and a big bosom.

"Lynne, this is T___, the therapist I told you about," started Amy. "And T___, I'd like you to meet Lynne, the patient we've discussed."

"How do you do, Lynne?" I asked, standing up to shake her hand.

She smiled. "Hello," she said. She had a slight southern accent.

Lynne chose a chair, and Amy sat across from her. I sat next to her.

"Lynne, I know you were feeling a bit apprehensive about sex therapy the last time we talked. Now that T___ is in the room, I thought maybe you'd like a chance to reconsider."

"Thanks Amy," replied Lynne. "I talked to my husband about it, but only in vague terms. He wasn't too happy with the idea, but he said that in the end, he's in favor of anything that would bring back our sex life. "

"Great!" said Amy. She got out her clipboard. "I'm going to be here to observe, and if there's anything that makes you uncomfortable -- anything at all -- I'm here to help. But now, are you ready to start?"

"Yes," said Lynne.

I stood up, moved in front of Lynne's chair, and looked down at her. Her head was just about level with my chest. I was standing just a little closer to her than I normally would, and she tilted her head back to look up at me. I looked deeply into her eyes.

I could feel that peculiar feeling in my head again as I repeated Amy's script from memory. "Take off your clothes, bitch, so I can fuck you."