"Wow.." was all she could say as she lifted my ball sack with one hand to start wiping beneath them. At that moment, an older gentleman walked by the...wide open door and saw the young and taut blonde nurse taking care of my genitals. He stopped walking and smiled, not believing anyone had noticed him yet, watching her do her work on me. One of his hands reached down to the bulge in his trousers and started to rub over the tip of it. He started to walk away with a little grunt, smiling as he. ”Safe. What does that even mean anymore?I stuff my pencils and my sketchbooks into my bag and step off.And there you are on a bench, knees drawn up. Even bundled in a long ratty sweatshirt with the hood pulled over your head, I know it’s you. Can’t even describe the feeling that confirms it. It’s one of those things, like viewing a Rembrandt in a museum. You don’t need the card telling you who painter is. You just know. That’s how that shit works, right?I tap your shoulder and you jump,. . “ he said thoughtfully. “I think they’ve got the right idea, though. Get up.”When she did, he traded places and then invited her sit over his cock the same way as Iris was on Paul. He had grown soft, so Nancy took it in her hands and slowly stroked it. She started at the tender head by licking and kissing it, and then licked her way all the way down to his balls. She took one of his nut sacks in her mouth and tenderly sucked and played with it in her mouth. She never stopped stroking his cock. “I was thinking about you. “Sanjana?” uttered a feeble sounding Bhagyashri.”Bhagya?” replied a surprised, yet relieved Sanjana.“How are you?” she asked.”Okay. I was asleep.” Bhagyashri replied. “Are you at work?””Yea. I’m on break, and was thinking about you. I hope you’re okay.” Sanjana was becoming confident in her speech. She heard Bhagya in appreciation for her thoughtfulness.”That means so much, Sanjana. Thanks… I’ll be alright.” said a much more relaxed Bhagya.”You didn’t deserve what he.