His job at the newspaper wasall he had.Mark was an up-and-coming reporter in a medium-sized Midwestern town. Aftergraduating with honors from Columbia..., he was hoping to make it big asworld-renowned journalist.But what Mark soon realized was the big story wasn't going to come to him.He was going to have to go after it. Unless there was a major governmentscandal locally or some sort of disaster, he was never going to draw enoughnational attention to his journalistic skills that could land him. Thinking it would be interesting I agree. A week goes by and we meet again in the sauna. As usual the professor fondles my balls. He comments about how much sperm he can feel in the tubes. He asks me to masturbate while he plays with my balls. As I have not had sex in a week and the fondling was enjoyable I quickly reach orgasm. I shoot out a large load of cum onto my stomach. The professor smiles and suggests that I continue to masturbate since I still have a hard on and he can feel that there. She looked up over the edge of the pillow. Her eyes were red and tears were streaming from them. "Will you hold me?" she asked."Sure, baby, come here." She flew into my arms and buried her face in my chest and began to cry again. I held her and caressed her back. I didn't ask any questions. So much for my dry shirt... she soaked it. She cried for what seemed like forever yet it was only a few more minutes.She started speaking, "That was my ex on the phone. He's such an ass." You don't have to. “You took long enough sis.” I smiled Belinda quickly stood up on my bed. Her feet on either side of me as I sat up, back against the wall. She moved her body over me and I could immediately smell her sex. The faint smell of sweat and mixed cum filled my nostrils and the scent grew stronger as Belinda brought her dirty pussy to my face. “OOOOOOO fuck baby!” Belinda groaned as my nose pressed on her swollen clitoris and my tongue slipped between her pink pussy lips. Her taste was just as strong.