No, meet the therapist

"Oh my god. No way is it really you?!" Kayla says as she gets up from her chair. Kayla was one of my oldest friends in my old life. She was a friend of my ex, but she is the loveliest, sweetest person i know, and ive always wanted a relationship with this girl. Fuck. She come in for a hug.

"I... i cant believe it either. This is a crazy coincidence!" I reply. Feeling her amazing c cup tits pressed against my chest. Even scrubs didnt hide those puppys. My hands instinctively cup her ass, bouncy as ever. I dont let go until she does, which is a while. "How have you been?"

"Great! Yea ive been at this practice for a year now, how about you? Do you live around here?"

"I do now, im moving back home for a bit"

"Well thats great matt, im happy for you." Whe flashes a wonderful smile and brushes her red hair out of her face. She breaks eye contact and does a quick stretch. "Whew! Ready to get started." She asks enthusiasticly.

"Uh yea sure" i respond. She leads me over to a machine and gets me started.