It was just something we would never speak of, not to any of the men who were often out to sea for days on end. I am sure many of them knew, though. I... had never met Tara, odd for our small village. She never went to the bars or around town much. Tara had on a sweater that did nothing to hide her full bust, and a pair of stained blue jeans. She wore shoes that were heavy like a man’s, functional. Her hair was tied back tightly, black as coal but clean looking. Not a fancy woman like one might. After what seemed like an eternity, but in reality was only about a minute, Doctor Mercer took a sip of water from a glass on her desk.“I, uh, guess you better sit down. Both of you.”We sat down on the couch and Doctor Mercer slowly made her way to the comfortable chair she sat in for counseling. She opened her notebook, wrote a couple of lines, then looked at us. I figured that was my cue to start talking.“I’m sorry to have dropped the bomb on you that way, but I’m sure you can imagine why. As his eyes suddenly widened in realization of the situation, I saw Tom grab onto his hips and grunt as he forced more and more of himself deeper inside Jason’s tight tush.Where Jason may have meant to verbally protest about the comprehension that I wasn’t the one fucking him, I was fairly certain that he was much more concerned with having an asshole at all after this escapade. I watched intently as Tom would withdraw slightly and then ram his shaft into the pipe before him, taking great. Finally it was to the 22nd floor when it came to a stop and the doors slid open. I quickly moved to a back corner of the small space and watched as four college aged boys walked in to join me. As the doors closed I heard them whispering and nudging one another, obviously referring to the scantily clad blond that was joining them. They were all too shy to say anything to me, something I was eternally grateful for. As the elevator reached the lobby, they moved aside to let me approach the door.