" and found myself furiously stroking my cock until I spurted my hot cum into my boxers.When I looked up, Nancy was already dressed and about to leave.... She looked over to my side of the clearing, smiled and waved in my direction before leaving on a different trail. I stood there for a moment - still rubbing my now semi-hard cock, feeling how soaked with cum I was, before heading back home.Once again, several days went by without any contact from Nancy. It was disappointing, but I understood.. By the time he walked across the stage to get his diploma, however, Rory saw the family resemblance quite plainly, despite the lingering sadness over his brother’s recent death. He couldn’t be there for it, but his people made sure he got a tape of the graduation.He barely watched it, fast forwarding through to the few seconds Angus was on screen and then throwing it away. Why they bothered still puzzled him. I guess they wanted to make sure I knew he was doing well and had graduated, Rory. She suddenly realized that she was toying with a ridge on Tom's chest. As she looked closer she saw that it was a scar. Then she noticed another one, and another and then a bullet wound, and another one of those. She wondered how she had not seen these things before. She had seen him in the steam room, and the bathing room and she had ran her hands all over him in the tub. She had to admit that when he was in her she wouldn't have noticed an elephant dancing through the room, but she guessed. Parsons! Thank God!"Parsons, can you scratch my back?" she asked. "I've got an itch." Um, sure Ms. Davenport," said the reporter.She turned her back to him and placed her hands on the side of her desk."It's in the middle, just below my shoulders. I can't seem to reach it." Right here?" he asked, finding just the right spot. Such sweet relief!"Yes, that's it!" she cried, "That's it! Oh yes! Harder!"He scratched harder. It felt so good! But now the itch was moving. He had to follow it!"Lower,.