M. and only a few staff were in office, I told her to come on the fourth floor as no one is there since the conference room work is going on.First, sh... said no but then agreed, as soon as she arrived on stairs of the fourth floor I hugged her and kissed on her cheeks pressed her boobs placed her hand on my dick.She resists to hold then I turned her around and her face was facing the pillar of lift and I was pushing her from back and pressing her boobs. This made her tempt and she turned and. Then she noticed that Bob was taking his clothes off. He finished stripping and then looked at her. She knew he wanted her to strip but she wasn't sure she good do it in front of Jeff. She knew that she had told Bob she would do it but now that she was here she didn't know. She stood there for a few minutes watching Bob and some guy they had just met jacking in front of her. She was even more amazed at how big Jeff was. He had to be at least 10 inches and as big as a hairspray can. His hand. Slow starter, I know. While those around me seemed intent on filling every orifice they had with everything they could find, I kept to myself, so to speak. It's not that I was totally inactive, mind you. Some of the things my mind was capable of imagining couldn't be repeated, even here. My right hand had translated countless fantasies to orgasm, releasing copious quantities of white stickiness to the open air; tissues and sheets were the only recipients of my advances.I wasn't without desire. The stench was terrible. I am still very weak, but I managed to crawl to the hearth, and filled my belly with cold potage and mouldy bread. I do not have the strength to bury my wife, so I covered her body with a blanket, and said a prayer for her soul, may God have mercy, for she was a good woman even though she couldn’t give me any children to carry my name. Some people said I should have put her aside, but I loved her dearly, and that I would not do. I grieve for her, and such terrible.