She sat on the sofa, adjusting her sari pleats and pallu neatly. She was calm but her large sorrowful expressive eyes showing the grief.She asked ‘w...en did it really happen?’Even before I replied, she started crying tears rolling down continuously on her cheeks making her sari wet.I said, ‘I can understand the agony you must be going through ever since you heard the news. I am so sorry to know the sad incident. I have so many fond memories of him hanging out and but most of all we’ll remember. When he would shoot, I would pull back and jerk him to heaven. In the resent years we have fallen off. I am not sure if he was cheating but I was getting really horny. I would find myself getting turned on at school around the young men in my classes. I would race to get home and use my fingers to satisfy my needs. Around last year at Christmas I went to an adult bookstore that also sold sex toys. I went in with a big coat and large glasses. I could not let anyone from the school district see. ’ The Manufacturing Meeting Room was on the opposite side of the office from the main windows where morning sunlight streamed in. They went into the room and closed the door. ‘Denise,’ began Stan, but Denise interrupted him, saying, ‘Stan. Stop. This is my fault. Now, I’m not going to stop going for drinks or whatever with you, but I am going to look elsewhere for a boyfriend. I think that’s what you want, and since you won’t think of me that way, it’s what I need to do. ‘If that means that my. My eyes lingered perversely on her round ass. Then, it went to the bare shoulders that begged to be touched. Her hair fell to the side and revealed her deliciously kissable neck. My cock grew hard and before I knew it, it had become unbearably painful being trapped inside my pants.I closed the door, the light from the hallway no longer illuminating the woman I thought was my girlfriend. It didn't matter to me then. I had seen my girlfriend plenty enough to know how she looked like even in the.