“Your lunch is in the bottom of the fridge,” he said referring to the cooler he packed for me daily. “Have a good day, sir.”“You too, boi,�... I replied without looking at him.Heading off to work, I thought about him farting my cum out of his ass before he showered to go to work as a systems analyst at the data processing center where he was employed. Later that day, I sent him a text saying, ‘I love you slut. I want cubed steak for dinner.’ He replied a few minutes later letting me know he would. "Um, thanks," shesaid.They talked for a bit and Julian let it drop that he'd broken up withhis girlfriend, too. It seemed pretty clear to Elena that he was comingon to her. She felt a little dizzy, and her clit started burning. Shewas no better than that horndog Chris, she guessed. She was lustingafter her own little sex toy..Julian said, "Are you okay, Elena?" Her mind had been wandering and she was feeling a little flushed. "I'm,um, okay." You don't look good. Why don't you lie down. Whenever he talked about those things, he usually furnished quite a few details. If he was just making it all up, he must really have one inventive imagination. He told us about this one time, over at Pleasant Point, but two other guys were there who both said they saw the two of you doing what Red was telling us you did. I remember hearing stories about something like that happening out there too, from other people who were at that party. Are you really certain that you want to keep claiming. The next stretch of trail was less crowded, but there were still people. I couldn’t stop thinking about Andy’s hands sliding into my pants and touching me. I fantasized about him ripping down my pants and taking me right in the middle of the trail.We passed another waterfall. After taking pictures, we kept going. This time it was quiet. We didn’t see anyone else. He looked at me. I grinned back. We looked for the perfect place.After seeing only one other person, we stopped at the next.