His young but firm cock soaking the material while he softly moaned and sighed. Christ! Listen to me! What the fuck! Is Lily a witch?..lol…probabl... not. But the truth remains..I am soo attracted to that young boy in Lly’s house…I want to touch him and fondle him through his panties…stop!!..put on some music or something….but the phone rang..I knew who was on the other end…a flash picture of Tommie’s cum flowing into her panties ran through my mind and I nervously picked up the phone…”Hello?” . Is it okay to call?" I asked."Anytime, sweetie. My husband works late. He could have an assistant working, but he figures it's the time when students need him most. He has an assistant to open the library early and deal with the professors' needs or note what she can't help them with. He's often there early too though. It's where he likes to be, which is fine. But even if he's here, you can call. I won't flaunt it, but I won't hide. So why are you calling?"I told her the situation. The. ‘No. I never invited Marcus into the house, let alone your bed – or mine,’ she added softly. Douglas’ eyes narrowed. ‘Never?’ Embarrassed, Sabrina let her eyes slide from his face. ‘I never slept with Marcus.’ ‘I find that very, very hard to believe.’ Douglas said. ‘Especially after last night…’ Sabrina blushed hard at the reminder. ‘The guilt is written all over your face,’ Douglas pointed out, wondering why she would try and lie about the affair. ‘If you were there then you know I didn’t. About a month before she died, she asked me to reach out to you, to make sure you found someone else, you continued to live”.I smiled. Tracy looked down, then looked into my eyes. “Doug, I know you’ve been out of circulation for some time now”.I laughed. “Yea, I guess I’m an old fuddy duddy now”.Tracy didn’t laugh. “No, Doug, you’re not. You are a warm, caring person, who is hurting, and who needs to be with someone. Someone who loves you. Someone who wants to make you feel better. Someone.