Most of it was either very painful or very personal."She closed her eyes and let out a long breath, like she'd been holding it for hours. "My parents,... she said. Then she opened her eyes and asked, "What else?"I summed it up in the same way she had the night she met Victor. "You were trying to understand their relationship, especially your father's side of things."Her eyes widened. "How much?"I shook my head. "Not in detail, but I know what you went through, mentally and emotionally."She. It was needed anyway. My cock was throbbing sitting next her. My mind became a trap of fantasies of her. I couldn't stop thinking about her. Her! Why was she working here? Why did she give me so much attention? I would look for her at work but never seem to find her. A couple of weeks went by, and out of nowhere she came by my department. She brought me some Asian food. Dropped it off, and scurried away. Cutely waving goodbye as she left my sight. I couldn't take it anymore. She was always on. By now, my cock was harder than it had been in years, and was begging to be released. Sarah then lifted her hips from the sofa and with a gentle tug, pulled her jeans down her legs. It was as if someone had knocked the wind out of me. I was having a hard time breathing and I know I was trembling. There sat this beautiful young woman in a pair of sexy black lace panties slowly rubbing herself through the thin, sheer fabric. “Does, this excite you Jeff?” I nodded yes. “Then why don’t you do. I felt a major attraction to him. An hour later we were sitting on the sofa, drinking coffee and talking about the book. I had to ask him if he considered me attractive, but I didn’t want to spook him. When he talked he looked me in the eye. I had to do something! “Greg,” I said slowly. “Do you find me attractive?” Taken aback, he said, “You’re very pretty.” “Thanks. You’re good looking as well.” “Thanks. Er, I’m not sure where this is leading.” I looked away. “Neither am I..