"Never again. Look at this house!" Frank shrugged. "Yeah, things were a little cozy in here."Gil shook his head. "Well, we could have it out at the po...t. It'd be easier to get cleaned up if it got trashed like this." The post is so dingy," Diane commented. "Why not have it at Commons, out at the club?"Since a falling feather would have made their heads ring just then, the idea hit them like a brick. The implications were obvious.Even though the West Turtle Lake Club had been out north of. .. Olan Rogers? talk about celebrities that started out goodand went downhill."So they watched the movie and Zea remembered why Olan Rogers is stillfunnier than Adam Sandler. Although still not as good as she recalled.Senior year. The day that Zea's life of normalcy finally came to an end.It was spring, and senior year had been tough. Suddenly all the guys whohad been generally alright for the past couple of years began acting likedouchebags. Zea wasn't sure if Megan began egging on the men,. Five minutes later she was stood by her garage door, as she opened it I walked in, she shut the door and turned the light on. As we stood there she said “Where” and looking around I said “By the work station”, there was a long wooden bench type table.As we walked over to it I said “Put your hands on the table” as she did I came from behind and fondled her massive tits. After a few minutes I unclipped her bra and her tits drooped down and into my hands. I spent a fair few minutes feeling her up. I could not believe what I was hearing, that sexual goddess talking to me about sex??? I asked her for her husband Jorge, but she said that useless man was out of town and insisted she needed to be fucked properly… by my hard cock or she would go to find another stallion who wanted to enjoy her… “You better be here in twenty minutes, Victor… or I will fuck the first black cock I find on the streets…” She said in her deep sensual voice. I still could not believe it. Twenty minutes later I was.