She came and opened the door and she was wearing a formal dress. A sexy half-open white shirt with pink stripes and short black skirt with cutouts. I ...nstantly started checking her. She held my ears and pulled me in saying naughty boy control your feelings.She had quite a good house. She offered me some wine but I don’t drink nor smoke. So she was a little impressed by that. She gave me a Coke and I drank it. She then said to me to get up. She put both hands up and asked me to choose a hand. I. I recognized her handwriting immediately when I saw the envelope. "I went to my 20th anniversary reunion, and I was thinking about you. Remember Mrs. K. from Spanish? She's retired now, but she was there. Then I saw your wife's note in last month's alumni magazine and I knew where you were and I decided to write."Dear god, what is it about high school girlfriends, anyway? There was something authentic, something real there, I knew it. The squirrels in my stomach told me so. It was like walking. Exclusively furniture, for sure nice to look at but almost never used for its purposes.Well except for the bed. The only investment I've made that actually had come to use. And it has probably saved me. I would never had made it through the nightmarish workdays without the rest I got during my hours in the bed.It's Friday and I actually don't need to work at all this weekend. All my projects at work are finished. A bunch will start Monday morning, but no need to think about them now.I poured my. Tough at first and took a while to get use to my asshole being stretched this much, but after I got used to it, I was in Heaven and loving it. He grabbed my waist and pulled my body toward him making sure I could feel how deep he was inside me. I wanted to cum every time I felt him bottoming out. I loved it when he would call me dirty names like, “Bitch”, “Whore”, “Cock lover”, all were true. I was his fuck toy for the evening. I enjoyed it when he would stop pounding me and pull his cock out.