However, once I sat down in the chair I was clearly able to see the outline of his hard cock in his jeans. Was ... was Benjamin turned on by me? Or wa... he turned on by having a crying teenager at his mercy in his office? Perhaps it was both, but something was turning him on, and that thought immediately had me wet. I desperately wanted to reach down under my skirt and ease the heat inside me. I hadn’t had any type of physical contact in several months, and this whole situation had me on the. It reminded meof the cry the baby rabbit made I happened upon. One of our cats hadcornered it and it was dying, calling for its mother. "I'm sorry," I said, keeping my voice under control. " I know you want adaughter. I've heard you tell the other professor's wives when you anddad had dinner parties. You said how much you envy them. But I can't dothis, I can't be something I'm not."Mother faced the road and away from me. Her jaw ridged, her hands lockedon the steering wheel. The tears, running. But it gets more crazy with this story.I dated many girls after this. Between the 2 years of having these bra and panties, i had my girlfriends wear them. I would then fuck them and cum in the panties and bra. Numerous girls wore the same pair that i found and washed many times and fucked them in wore. The idea they all wore the bra and panties of my fetish got me off. I will still pull this bra and panties out time to time to just to get off with because its so unique. Moving forward to more. And I missed Rebecca terribly.I reached out and grabbed her into a warm hug, and then let her cryherself out against my breast while I stroked her hair.When she had stopped and gained control of her emotions again, she gaveme a sad little smile."Sara, I never imagined my life this way. I'm a heterosexual woman wholoves men. I love a man named Michael Cohen. I know, in my brain atleast, that you're him, but my heart, or perhaps my pussy's not buyingit. I don't know if I could live in an.