I asked her-” are you ready to get fucked?”She said-” yes, definitely yes. But please be gentle it is my first time.”Me- “Don’t worry darl...ing I’ll take good care of you”I removed my clothes and my 6 inch dick came throbbing out. She was afraid at first but I said I would do it gently. I let it shrink a little and inserted only half. She cried in pain but she enjoyed. She asked me to continue so I kept putting only half a dick inside and taking it out constantly. Then after seeing her she was. ‘Professor, I need your help. Only you can stop this itch!’ she wailed. ‘Yes, I bet only my penis can stop this itch.’ That’s it, her mind clicked, I need to use his penis. It worked on my cheek so it’ll work again! She grabbed it with her right hand and tried to scratch through her T-shirt but it didn’t work. Growling at the inefficacy of it all, she whipped her blue top and bra off and flung it to the side of the room. The professor smiled at the reappearance of the luscious globes of his. " he moaned, his hips beginning to pump slowly in time to my hand's motions. "Just one ticket, and I promise you I'll make you feel so good..." I whispered on a warm breath into his ear."No... I... uhhh..." 'No?'" I said, stepping back a bit and stopping stroking his rockhard dick -- but not letting go of it. "Maybe I ought to go to another parking lot." Oh, no -- don't do that!" he gasped out, and frantically peeeled off a ticket form the by-now rather sweat-soaked wad he was still clutching. We didn’t cry in front of each other: somehow sharing our tears would have made the whole nightmare even more unbearable.Having undressed, I put on my bathrobe before flopping onto my bed where I sobbed into the pillow until there were no more tears left. It felt like sand had replaced moisture in my ducts. Grief is exhausting, and crying always made me tired as well as providing the mother of all headaches.I fell asleep at some point, sheer exhaustion overtaking me. My mind shut off, like a.