I just lay there and stared at a nondescript part of the ceiling, one word echoing in my mind and finding no response: why? Time crept, but at one poi...nt, it grew dark. I didn’t bother turn on the light. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. Then the doorbell rang, ripping me out of my catatony for a moment. I sat up, out of pure reflex, but the idea of seeing anyone felt unbearable. I slumped back down, and when the bell rang again, I pressed my hands over my ears to block out the sound. Still,. Your mom opened my eyes, but not to women” She squeezed my tits. “You, Becky, are just gorgeous. I know it's sinful, but I want you.”“What's stopping you?” I asked, backing her up to a small office. No one would be in it. I reached behind her and twisted the handle. “What's stopping you from indulging.”“Nothing!” she moaned as the door opened.Her hands hooked my bodice and tugged down hard. My large breasts, unencumbered by a bra, popped out. My sensitive nipples throbbed and ached, exposed to. She practically shook with impatience as I worked the soap into my hands, and then gently rubbed it around her groin. I was careful not to get any inside of her slit, because I had heard that it could be painful. Of course, this meant that she had to endure the tantalizingly close touch of my hands without the pleasure of direct stimulation, which was an added benefit to my thoughtfulness.After I was done with her groin, I worked my way up her stomach. She tried to touch herself again, but I. And perfect. Limber little hard body.I stood there dumbfounded for a split second. This was always something I said no to.“I’m serious. I’ll only do this if it’s special. Go get another guy, and I promise I’ll let you do anything you want to me.”I closed the door behind me and walked back up the hall. No one was paying any attention. I leaned down to the guy with the newspaper that had noticed her. “Hey, buddy. Can you give me a hand with something?“Sure. Are you stuck?”“In a sense. Follow me.”.