I met Angela my first year of college.

She’d been assigned as my physical therapist after I busted my leg playing lacrosse.

When I entered the office for my first appointment, Angela was bent over the filing cabinet. A black lace thong peeked from of the top of her pants. Her long, dark hair was swept back into a ponytail. She must have sensed me staring, because she glanced back in my direction and let a smile escape her lips.

I was young, inexperienced, and dying for pussy, which made every appointment with Angela a tug-of-war between my brain and my dick. Even in her uniform, it was obvious that Angela’s body was flawless. This was confirmed every time she performed leg stretches on me. I laid face-up on a floor mat while she balanced on her knee, one hand firmly around my thigh and the... Read More