Your daughter's friend Bettie was always...well, slutty. You could always tell, what with the way she flirted with you, the clothes she wore. She was a grade-A tease. You could tell she loved it too. When they went away to the same college, you breathed a sigh of relief. She was too tempting, as she got older. You were bound to do something bad if you kept flirting with her. But it's Spring Break, and your doorbell rings. Who should be waiting at the door but Bettie, dressed in a cute pair of tight black overalls with a see-through mesh shirt underneath. You can see her lacy push-up bra, which is presenting her tits to you as if on a platter. You'd love to devour her, but you restrain yourself. Until she starts talking about how your daughter has been telling her about your marital issues...she tells you that she's a psych major, going for a terminal degree, to be a sex therapist. She lulls you into a sense of both trust and professionalism and before you know it, you're telling your daughter's hot, teasing friend Bettie all about how you need things sexually you aren't getting. How it comes as a surprise that Bettie suggests helping you out is beyond you. Sometimes its hard to think, what with all your rushing to your cock. Bettie tells you that a boring, ugly wife like yours is totally beneath you, and you find yourself agreeing, watching as she begins to undress, telling you how much better she is than your wife. Hotter, more talented sexually, more open, more accommodating, more into giving head...you watch as your daughter's best friend, the young woman you've been lusting over for years, drops her full lips to your cock, sucking you and lavishing your rigid member with a lust unparalleled by any woman you've ever been with, especially your wife