Which, of course, he had, Steve thought. He even shivered a little as he remembered the woman's lips on his cock. If Paula ever knew! What a hypocrite... he told himself, preaching fidelity and then letting some stranger give him a blowjob. Cheating on Paula with their anniversary just around the corner. If he had a hairshirt, he'd have worn it every second.Instead of a hairshirt, he had Kurt. His boss had been riding him even more than usual, it seemed. Crappy assignments, late hours, niggling. The elevator had deposited them onto a raised platform, with ramps on either side leading downwards. They stepped lightly down the ramp into the sea of holograms, each one eye catching. As beautiful as they were, the women were instead focused on the man that stood by the expansive viewport.Looking out into the solar system that lay before them, he stood with his hands clasped behind his back, in a military style, legs apart, head upright, with his back to them. The viewport was elevated from. Ohh..again??I was moaning..Yes..please..She continued caressing my penis.Her left foot was moving slowly on my penis..She had liked this time..Ohh.. you naughty sweet old man..Her left foot was sliding on my penis..back and forth..My penis was so stiff.So,her foot was not touching my belly or body.Her foot was directly sliding over my penis.But, I think it was impossible to ejaculate again.Because, I was rather old for a second ejaculation in 20 minutes.Olga had understood either.She caressed. In fact, I guess that even agreeing to serve on that SDSU committee was work-avoidance. One could, after all, weasel out of everything. Serving on committees -- both at one's own institution and as an "outsider" -- was an important academic function, wasn't it? Maybe even the investigation of a colleague's [?] murder was research of a sort -- even if it wasn't the sort UofT appreciated most. Nonetheless, here I was on the bus again, this time northbound to UCSD, to do library research.My.