I closed and locked the door and then moved to the middle of the garage next to my car. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I stepped closer...to him and moved my hand to his thigh. I had seen the slight bulge in his pants when he walked up and now I moved fingers up his thigh until I felt his cock through his jeans. My hand moved over the bulge and I could tell that he had told the truth about the size of his cock. Knowing that I was about to explore this strangers cock out in my. With his arms still raised he moved to the middle of the room an shifted back and forth waving his dick at us spectators. He looked directly at two of the guys sitting on the middle benches, he asked "You want taste my friend? " Both continued to smile, but you could tell by their expressions they weren't sure whether they could give in or not. (way back then the wrong move could have severe consequences) Looking at me he reached down wrapped his hand around himself squeezed and waved it at. Walking around the bed to her night stand she took a sip and water and lit a joint. Or part of a joint, I can't remember anymore. But with just the light of the glowing cherry we smoked a few hits and my hardness faded some. After a short break she kissed me and I could taste the smoke from the joint and the faint flavor of salty cum. I never knew if it was mine.Next she crawled on top of me again this time to slide my half hard cock into her wet pocket. She stroked me with her pussy and pushed. They both looked very happy.Click.Alone in her darkened office, Theresa began to cry.Her sleep that night was the dreamless sleep of pure exhaustion. She woke up still tired, but somehow lighter inside. She felt different somehow; yesterday’s inner whirlwind had calmed, leaving only the one strange emotion tingling along her nerve ends:Anticipation.She surveyed the entire contents of her closet with dissatisfaction. The only non-library clothing she had was a flowery dress she sometimes wore.