Not a bad job, but far from ideal. But she liked the idea of being in a library, surrounded by books and people wanting to read. It was a comforting p...lace for her. At her desk she typed up her thesis, her dreams had not died and she was determined to get her Phd. The air conditioning had not been working all summer; the city lacked the funds to fix it. She normally dressed very conservatively, but the conditions had been almost unbearable. Her attire reflected the scorching heat, she wore a. Still she never knew what they would look like, short or tall, skinny or not, light or dark skinned unless there was a dialect that might possibly give something away in advance. The door never opened. The light stayed on but there was no greeting from an appreciative male looking forward to her company. She waited and knocked at the door several times. She sent a text to the reason she was there in the middle of the night. Then she called. Anger welled up inside her when all she reached was. My pussy was getting very sore, so sore that it started to hurt a little more after a few minutes. “OK, I know I said to go in and out quickly, but now I need you to take a little break,” I said. “It's OK sis. I understand,” Jeff replied. Then we both put our heads right next to each other and he really felt my breasts leaning up against him. “Wow sis, they feel even better up against my chest. I love that baby, he is making these boobs 110% perfect,” Jeff said. “Thank you then. Even if you. I tried not to be obvious about it, but every now and then I cupped her entire breast in my hand. I ran my hand from her neck down to her stomach and back up. I was still pressed tightly against the full length of her body as we lay there spooned. After about 20 minutes she finally stopped shivering some but told me to keep holding her. I noticed that every time my hand passed over her tits her nipples were still hard as rocks. Several times she twitched as my fingers flicked over them. I was.