‘Where the fuck am I?’ she mused, as the forest path led her deeper into the woods. Deeper and deeper, she went. The trail twisted to the left, t...en right. Goldy could smell the moss, and her skin was damp from the humid air. ‘Shit. If I wasn’t so lost at the moment, I would rub my clitty. Damn, I’m horny!’ she thought, aloud. After what seemed like hours, she came across a rustic cabin. Unlike most people who would have knocked, she opened the door and went on inside the obviously occupied. "Well I guess we get started," Meagan said, tossing her bag on the the floor. "I guess so," I answered, removing my own book bag. As I began lowering my bag to the floor I turned back to Meagan. Now was my chance. "Do you have a pencil I can borrow, I kinda lost mine." "Sure," she answered. Meagan bent right over in front of me, digging her way through the book bag. Her tight jeans straining to keep a hold on her mound of ass. I prayed that this moment would. She said that it’s perfectly fine. And we just had a small light conversation.After that we stayed in touch over sms and some times call. She use to work in a call centre so her time was irregular and we hardly use to speak. After 2 months time I was returning home at 11pm in the night when she called me asked me where I was. I said I was going home she said than even I am done with my work if we can meet. I said fine with me. And she asked me to come downstairs to her office. As her office. Not much has changed rooms emptier, less clutter he clarified. Wayne confirmed that as he had suggested, we would have an outing to Nostell Priory and Parkland between the showers.We kissed and gave each other the biggest, warmest hug. Wayne looked tired, he suggested we go upstairs to his bedroom for a quick one which we did as he led the way. Ah, how to pass the time with a close friend on a rainy day. he had decorated his bedroom and changed the fabric of the curtains and quilt covers. He.