I took control of the situation by grabbing the back of her head and guiding it onto my cock. It was amazing, although I could tell she had never done...it before. She was timid, but her smooth mouth was determined to give me a good time. She worked her tongue, and although it was random, the effect was pleasing. I grabbed her head again to stuff it deeper in her mouth. She gagged, and I pulled back, then shoved in again, eventually she worked it until almost the whole thing was in her mouth. I. " Why would I hang up on you?" I have something to discuss with you. I would prefer to do it face-to-face and privately. Would you be agreeable to that?" You'll have to tell me who you are first." My name is Dr. Olivia Barrett. I am a friend and former student of Dr. Jan Casey." I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong person. I don't know you or this Dr. Casey." No, Mr. Bernard, we've never met but we do have a connection. You have a letter and a package that was sent to you from Dr. Casey. I. I was a woman. He was a man. Those facts never limited us, although they did many others. I pitied them.I was not particularly beautiful. He was not particularly handsome. We were not young and we did not envy youth. However, we were not limited by the bad habits and compromised health that often accompanies middle age. We took steps in our young adulthoods to ensure we wouldn't be walking stereotypes of midlife resignation.But enough about what we weren't. Against most odds, we were. His face was round with fat, but his eyes were this intense, piercing blue. And his voice. A commanding bass, that vibrated through your body and reached into your soul and you became putty in his hand. I was growing wet just thinking about Mark. Ever since I made love to Cynthia in the Starbucks, I realized that I was a lesbian. I was raised a pretty conservative Calvinist and never thought I had a gay bone in my body. Now, I had become completely turned off from men, except for Mark. He was.