Skeletal branches touched the drenched grey sky. A figure stood in that torrential downpour. Being watched.The figure in the rain walked barefoot acro...s the muddy grass, moving almost in slow motion, each pace measured and careful. There was mud and grit on the soles of his feet. Good blond hair that was now long enough to tickle his collarbones was plastered flat to his skull by the rain. Loose blue jeans were soaked through, as was the long sleeved white shirt he wore. The water had turned. I must say I looked rather cock hungry and was very horny by now , so we rendezvoused in his mock office with desk .He was in trousers, shirt and tie looking very formal indeed sat there , so I sat on corner of his desk for interview to commence.I was sat there cross legged showing off my stocking tops , thigh and a cheeky glimpse of my cute bum which he kept glancing upon, he asked me to get pen and paper to take down his dictation short-hand style , only problem was I'm useless at it and kept. ' Moaned the drunken girl.'You like being fucked, don't you''Yes!' She cried, 'Don't stop'It didn't take too long before he couldn't hold much longer. He buried himself to the hilt, planting his glans at her cervix -- the gate to her fertile field.He grunted, and a stream of baby seed shot from his cock into the condom then through the hole at the end of it. He held himself in her, making a rotating motion. Bessie was so far gone that she didn't notice the warmth trickling into her, and soon. "I think you should go. Bobbie certainly wants you to go because she sent a hand written invite. You won't be satisfied until you bury that past relationship," she said with a little heat. "And put an end to it." No, you're the one not satisfied because I have put an end to it ... That relationship is dead! I'm not going and that's final. Please don't mention it again." I put my foot down. Yeah we all know how much good that does, don't we men?Why all this debate about a high school reunion you.