We just didn't know if the facility we had was large enough to handle it. Back in the time when Gram had owned this mine she had a treatment plant ins...alled with lagoons constructed to what she thought would take care of any contingency. It wouldn't be enough. The machinery was in place and large enough. It was the lagoon capacity we were short on.The rumors started, as they are bound to, that the mine was going to be shut down because it had flooded. Will and the rest of the mine management. He ground his now fully hard cock on my ass. Moving his left hand to my stomach and his right to my boob gripping roughly biting in to my shoulder hard. I moaned for this is turning me on. I reach around to unbutton his pants and they dropped to the floor. Wasting no time, he pushed me back to the table and shoved his cock into my dripping pussy. “You want me to fuck you?” “Yes,” I moaned. “What do you want me to do?” He grabs my hips as he thrust hardly. “Fuck your little whore!” I yelled as I. "Yup, just as I figured. I can see that. Under those circumstances, of course." Oh, of course. It wouldn't mean they were latent lesbians or anything. Funny, isn't it? How men don't mind two females having sex together. It even turns most of them on. But mention two men together...well, most guys want to puke." Yeah, what's up with that?" Well, I think men understand why a person would be turned on by a woman. After all..." I shrugged."Sure. Because they are, too. But even women -- a lot of. I can still bring that up in my memory, as though it were happening now. I touch myself and think about things I should not think about. I think about words exchanged. About graphic words. About words without boundaries and without either intent or forethought. Simply words of the moment. I think about words sent out that are a quick fuck in a hallway, and not the romantic and planned night of two lovers. I think about words that are a hand job in a car-wash , or a blow job in an empty room.