I could see a multitude of people just sitting and standing around waiting for their friends, loved ones… whoever… but I didn’t see him at all. ...My eyes scanned the room, left then right and back again, nope.. no Dunchad. Geesh… I was starting to wonder if I had been stood up. But then, I could feel eyes on me… and I knew…just knew that he was here somewhere. I stopped dead in the middle of the hallway, all the other passengers started to move around me while I slowed my eyes, looking again back. Not even looking at anything on my computer. Just rock hard holding a sock. I had the thought of jerking off into her sock, but was reluctant. I knew if I even touched the sock to my stiff cock I would blow a load all over it and I didn't know how I would explain that the following day. I'd have to get rid of the sock, and she would undoubtedly ask me if I knew what happened to her sock as I was the last one out of the office the night before. I fought the urge, but kept imagining putting her. Her body was wracked with spasm after spasm and she continued to orgasm over and over. "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" she cried, each time squirting pussy juice like a Vegas casino fountain. I watched with great delight as she went through her ordeal. She had needed this and despite her vocal reactions to the contrary, she was having a wonderful time. She was still going through the last of her spasms when I knelt between her legs, determined to taste her before she quit cumming. I got between. ..She thought she would never again in her life be lonesome for the feeling of gagging on a man's cock , but here she was................... She took his cock out of her mouth and put it back in his hand."Okay here is what happened with Bruce": " For the next two weeks, whenever I saw him at school, which was like, every day, I was just super friendly to him, talking to him a lot, eating lunch with him..........every chance I got, I would touch him or bump my big tits into.