“Take me to bed,” she said softly.“No,” he said.Surprised, she leant back and looked into his face. She was horrified to see the tracks of his...tears drying on his face. “Why not?” she asked him.“You are not ready to trust your heart to me,” he said sadly. He kissed her on her nose and stood with her still in his arms. He walked to their room and placed her on the bed. He gently caressed her cheek and kissed her lips softly. She watched as he walked out of the room.He didn’t come back that night. I recall looking back and seeing an admirer as he stood in the doorway and watched me fuck myself. I could see the lust in his eyes; he clearly liked what he was observing. We made eye contact as I continued to slam my slippery ass with my dildo, but unfortunately, the man walked away. It’s okay, I thought to myself, he’ll be back. I never ceased to keep my hole open for the boys as I continued to fuck myself with that so wonderful object.As expected, my admirer came back, this time sure of. . A lot of those nights, if she’s the one out of town on an academic or robotics thing, she’s sharing a room with one of the others, often Cindy, sometimes one or several Munchkins, so our night-time phone call stays PG-rated. Actually, ‘phone sex’ left both of us unresponsive.“It’s not the same, baby,” she says. “Talking to you while I’m doing myself ... It left me flat. I’d rather just talk and tease and then when we get together, we just explode...”I feel the same way. Ever since she hit my. She was always dressed in very nice, very expensive designer clothing, normally in heels and with a coach purse or what ever fancy brand there are, with her hair always done, the whole 9 yards. She was a very attractive woman. She was pretty short probably around 50 or 51but her heels always made her look a little taller. She had brown hair with caramel colored streaks in it (very sexy). She had a pretty tight body, probably not over 100lbs. She had pretty big round tits, a D cup is my guess,.