Carefully, I scooted to the end of the bed and headed for the bathroom. No one was there, so I closed the door, relieved myself, peed, and pooped. By ...the time I was finished, I was erect again. I decided to call the doctor's office about it.Lavi was waiting in the hallway when I unlocked the door and came out. She, like I, was naked, and she immediately grasped my erection."So, we meet again," she whispered softly."It's not a good time," I replied."Oh, I'm having a great time. Your friend is a. As if my body wanted him in me. Like an artist pushing his thumb into a lump of clay, there is left a void, but in my case that void would be short lived.I thought that maybe it was over at that point, but looking back, I really should have known better. Roger and Paul had more plans in store for me apparently. Paul guided me down onto the bed and moved on top of me. I think he lubed his cock with my own cum as it leaked from his mouth before I felt his rock hard, slippery dick pushing in. We texted a lot about our lives and were having occasional mildly intimate conversations. The conversation went on from politics to tattoos. Once I asked her if she had tattoos on her.She told me she has 3 tiny tats, of which one is at an intimate place. I told her that we should meet up sometime and have a drink or two. She said that she can only meet on Thursdays as she would be busy with her kids on weekends.It was snowy winter Friday morning when I got a text from Jen while driving to work.. Anyone who walked by the office would hear it and know what was going on. Unlike Sammi, in her own store, Erica could get in trouble. Regardless of that possibility, neither of us slowed down any, or made any adjustments to keep from being heard.I got closer and closer to orgasm. My rhythm fell apart and Erica looked back at me. She smiled and slowed to a stop. Then she pulled off me, turned around and slurped me back into her mouth. The interruption and difference in touch helped cool me down..