Was he my English teacher? History? Chemistry? I can’t even remember. He wore jeans and cowboy boots, with a dapper tweed jacket over a black t-shir..., mirrored sunglasses covering his eyes. He held a small bottle of blue Gatorade in one hand, and he smiled warmly as he saw Emily approach.“Good to see you,” Mr. Hill said. “Glad you could make it. There’s a few things we need to talk about. In private.” He looked around the vacant parking lot, which seemed to only be a rolling tumbleweed away. Michael had been very specific with his desires. Casey lay stripped down to just her black panties and stockings. Thick, beautiful breasts brushed against the bed as she arched her back for him. Exactly as he wanted. Michael had also removed his clothing, and as he passed by she caught a glimpse of his erection. The shaft was thicker than she remembered. It occurred to her that there was to be no foreplay for the evening—instead a play comprised of one lengthy, intense act. Without a word, he. Being down between the horses and the wagons offered some small shelter from the elements, much more than being mounted. She also, well, felt less guilty. Her feet trudged through puddles alongside all the others. No special treatment for her.James, too, walked. She liked that about him. A rain poncho of some sort had appeared out of the aether, or the Royal Wagon, as soon as sprinkles had begun to fall. He gave it to Ewa, the girl holding the baby under its semi-waterproof protection. When her. My eyes must have shown my surprise.“Look at this, Baby, take it all in… It happened right here, in our bed.” she said softly and then circled one of the larger wet spots with her fingertips, “Only this time, this isn’t from you.”I just glanced back and forth from my wife’s eyes to the streaks and puddles on the bed and back to her eyes.“Where I see the look of fascination on your face,” she added with a big smile, “… I also see how your cock is reacting?”I glanced down and not only was I.