And the other women all occasionally said similar but they all knew he was faithful to his own wife and after she left, he seemed even less available....He was polite and flirtatious but off limits.But I think lately he has become a little sadder and it breaks my heart to see him so lonely. I love to find any excuse to pop round and chat. I love the way he looks at me, as a man properly looks at a woman he desires, when he thinks I can’t see him. I even wander round in my undies just to cheer him. Yes I had done that.I danced, I drank beer, I got felt up, which was a total bore. The funny thing was I remembered how it had felt before and that was a blast. I mean the orange memory of an orgasm, in an otherwise gray world, was a trip. I mean hell man, they say all good sex is in the mind, and I damn sure believe it now. That memory was as good as any orgasm I ever had. It should be it was the memory of the best one I ever had and the memory was in greater detail than the sex had been.Those. " I worked my mouth over her pussy as it ground into my lips, her juices flowing down my chin and onto my neck. She ran her hands through my hair gripping and pulling my head in rhythm with her rocking hips. Slipping and sliding over my mouth I drank deeply from her hot cunt, the sweetly salty taste of her coated my tongue as I pressed it deep inside of her. Suddenly she gripped my hair even harder and smashed her crotch hard against my mouth freezing and letting a shuddering moan escape her. I heard the other woman say that she had an exam at 11:00 and would be leaving at about 10:30; the other woman said that she would stay and see her there after lunch. That made me very curious, and I shortly finished shelving books in the room and walked right past them to the door to the room, which was empty except for them. It wasn't 10:30 yet.I brought the cart downstairs and came back up at about 10:35, but this time I came back through the back staircase, which is pretty far from where.