She was chronically tired. She had no one to talk to about this. The only one who knew anything didn't know the half of it, and he never brought it up....So finally, after just a few weeks really, she stepped through the door of his office. She thought they could talk because it was after Fall graduation, and while the students and most faculty were gone the offices were officially open. No one else was around.He smiled when he saw her, like he always did, but she was slow to get her words out and. It was low roofed and beamy. It was noisy but there were no rowdies. There was a complete mixture of people: local farm workers, retired people, young marrieds. In fact, all sorts whereas her local pub was restricted to people who lived nearby but there was always an element of violence lurking whether from somebody who had drunk too much or from young men out to prove themselves. She revelled in the atmosphere and, more importantly, relaxed.She also marvelled at Richard. That he would do this. It had some bright lights and was clean. Not some kind of sleazy dump full of sick old men in raincoats. I went up and asked if they had any of Mr. Pete's movies and they show me his shelf.My god, there must be over two hundred tapes! I picked up a couple and paid for them. That night I watched a porn tape for the second time. I was hotter then I have ever been. In each tape Mr. Pete had sex with three or four girls and sometimes some of the girls had sex with another girl. None of them had. Our kiss became frantic, breaking only so she could attach her lips to my neck.Her hand trailed off the side of my hip, reaching between us. I felt her probing through my thick snarl of hair and finally encountering my pussy. Anna's fingers entered me and felt absolutely heavenly. But I wanted more."Oh Anna," I said, planting kisses on her face, her cheeks, her eyes. "Please eat me again. I NEEEEEED to come one more time." No," Anna said gently. I have to get home. Give me your number and I'll.