She fanaticized about what it would be like to be wrapped in his arms starring up into those dark eyes. ‘God!’, she thought to herself, ‘You are...horny!’ But she knew it was more than that. She needed a human touch, the warmth of another body, she needed to be loved. She gave herself a quick shake and went about cleaning up the kitchen. Later that morning she went to the library to turn in some books and see if others caught her eye. She was meandering down the rows of historical fiction when. Out in the hallway he had me follow him to a handicap washroom where we had much more room. I had my jacket off, my jeans to the floor, my belt removed, now my sweeter and t-shirt removed, so naked from below my knees to the tip of my skull. Curly chest for him to play with and his hot fore-skinned prick deep in my mouth. Me sucking and working that stiffening cheesy, heady dick, licking up and down, now playing with his hairy balls, licking and slurping and he, pumping wildly. Now I stand.. "It just brings back bad memories, that's all," Samantha said looking out at the sheets of rain. "Tell me about it," I said trying to get her to calm down. Samantha told me about an accident she had with her parents and older brother. She was the sole survivor. It had happened in a rainstorm just like this one. I reassured her that I was a good driver in any condition and that I would try not to let it happen again. We made it to her place, but the rain was still coming down. "If you go and. It was just a little while later that she sat down for, what she described, as a good talking to. ‘Sue L.,’ she said impressively to herself, ‘Don’t you go off half cocked just because a young man comes here to help out. You’ve been in your own personal funk, and Johnnie knew it. So, he sent over a friend to simply help get things arranged. Just stop this mooning about. Stop it now. Grow up.’ The talking to did the work that she intended. She realized that she’d spent the past few hours in her.