I can feel my pussy throbbing from the sex in the lift and I'm still dripping with his cum. I take a deep breath and walk to the mini bar. I think abo...t taking my heels off but figure they may come in useful. I reach for the bottle of champagne I kept on ice to celebrate my day and pop the cork. I just start to pour when there's a knock at the door. As I go to answer I can feel my nipples straining against my blouse and my pussy lips still swollen.I open the door and he walks in pushing me. I just couldn’t stop looking at it, it was so beautiful, so amazingly hard, I just couldn’t stop imagining it deep inside of me. My tongue moved to just below his balls, and I licked and sucked gently at the sensitive skin, moaning softly as my hand began to stroke the whole length of his shaft. His hips were lifting up from the bed, and his body was rocking harder against me. I started to suck his balls into my mouth, moving from one, then to the other, tasting them, breathing in the scent of. Still, I found myself unable to focus on the words, and after a few attempts to read further in it, I put it down.I laid back on my bed, with my hands cupped behind my head. I lay like that, with my eyes closed for several minutes before I began to cry. Gently at first, but with more and more strength until I was weeping loudly. It did not last long, only 5 minutes or so, but as I began to feel my mood lighten a little I understood better the seeming rush we had all been in to leave Construct.. You are a very intelligent young woman Amy and the fact that you are sitting up here hurt and a bit confused tells me that you’ll solve this one on your own. Probably already have. If you hadn’t lost you wouldn’t have learned this until maybe it was too late, like at the championships.” He scooted in closer and put his right arm behind my neck and pulled me in a bit closer to him - an utterly platonic gesture between a coach and a dejected athlete. A hug that was probably given a hundred times.