I gave her a glass of water and sat on the sofa of course keeping my distance. Then we were chatting for a while. She looked tired and was pressing he... neck. I stood up went behind her and started giving her a massage. Just pressed her neck lightly, her shoulders, asked her to lean forward and pressed her back. I continued this for a while.I asked her if she would like to lie down, I can give her a proper massage. There was no sexual feeling till now. TILL NOW.I spread a blanket on the floor. I’ve waited at the station and outside your office every day since but I just knew it was hopeless and I’d lost you. I was so angry and frustrated. I’d been right next to you, I could have touched you, and I’d lost you. I’ve had that agonised sense of loss ever since,’ she went on, starting to look upset, ‘until this morning, of course,’ she concluded, breaking into a huge relieved smile of pure happiness. I was much moved by her story. I was aware, of course, that this was all the effect of. Surprisingly Kurt came first and quickly pulled out, much to my relief. Without the sharp pain blinding I was able to focus on the task at hand, I moved my tongue expertly- smothering the balls of the guy fucking my throat. It soon became too much to handle and he pulled out and ejaculated all over my weary face. The last guy finally shot his enormous load deep into my vagina as I let out a muted climax.Soon the guy underneath me pushed me to one side and I lay on the cream carpet thinking. ”“Pig. Of course, your body was part of it. I have not had a graduate quality fuck since the early 90’s and I needed it so badly. But, I didn’t just miss your cock Bob, I missed you.” She whispered as she looked up into his eyes.Bob was taken aback for a moment. For a minute, the smoking hot sex show that lay in bed next to him melted away, replaced by the familiar eyes of the scared Dartmouth grad Bob walked up to at the bar all the way back in training. He stopped massaging her and listened.