It was only more of my displaced anger."Nodding she looked for a moment as though she was going to pass on saying anything more. Finally shaking her h...ad she replied, "I hope you can patch it up with her. You may not know it but you glow a bit when you talk about her, the kind of glow you could use more of."As she headed out the door to call the next patient, Darren followed, replying, "Thanks, I hope so too."When he got home that afternoon, Darren plugged in his computer for the first time in. He was in heaven and I was in heaven watching him. I took my mouth off of his cock, a string of saliva connecting the two of us. ‘Do you like it?’ I whispered. ‘Fuck, oh yes,’ he said in a low, deep voice. His hips started to pump, sliding his dick in and out of my mouth. ‘Oh yeah,’ he groaned. ‘Fuck, I’m about to cum, baby,’ he whispered. I softly took my mouth off of his cock and laid on my back on the floor in front of him. I spread my legs, showing him my smooth, tight pussy. I looked up at. "I love you, too," he replied, knowing it was the right thing to say. His mouth felt like he had been sucking on a roll of socks the whole time, and he needed something to drink. "Can I get you something to drink?" he asked her as he started to get up. It was then that he saw the bloody towels, and winced."Water, please," she requested softly as she watched him gingerly remove the towels off of him. When he returned a few minutes later, he stood for a moment, and gazed down at her naked body. I said providentially because she was one heck of a woman. Mrs. Uri was a Punjabi lady pushing 38 or so and was tall and shapely with excess baggage in the right places, namely her breasts and ass. She, needless to say was the subject of a number of my fantasies and a lot of cum- I had started cumming by then. At class I was particular to call for her help quite often because that gave me a chance to look down her deep cut blouse, at her divinely fair skinned cleavage. That close to her I.