Thank heaven I never started laughing, because Mother Mary only knows when I would have stopped.Some people have therapy. I have work. When I came out...of the stable tent, the sun was lighting the tree tops. That meant it was time to get the troops going. I pulled out my phone and started making calls. I think I only woke one person, though two other lines went to voicemail. None of them were people I worked with regularly, which gave me a cold satisfaction.When I arrived, the Amish were. I went in to shower. After getting my towels, and puting my stuff in the locker, I headed for the shower. I stepped in, to the apparent disinterest of all the boys there, and went to the corner shower. I stepped under the water and started rinsing off, when I heard a voice behind me. A girl's voice. I turned to see who it was.It was Mary Reilly, one of Bridget's Irish dancers. She didn't have a PE class this period that I know of, but there she was. "I have a request," she was saying. I noticed. She lifted her skirt to reveal only a thong string between his cock and her pussy. She placed her hands on the sink for support, spread her legs, and grabbed the string and easily slid his hard meat into her wet pussy in one stroke. She put one finger to her lips to indicate the need for quiet. Then she looked in the mirror to watch this young man fuck her from behind. She had really gotten worked up from all the dancing and came within three or four minutes of his incessant fucking. She bit. He shattered my lovely world, they, he, removed my self esteem, made me into a virtual hermit. Bastard! How dare he come back and ask to take up where we left off, who does he think i am? What does he think i am, an idiot or something?If he couldn’t manage to keep his prick under control he should have just fucked her a few times and kept the matter to himself. I didn’t need to know he had eyes for a younger office bimbo, whore, slut!!! He could have just taken her away for an odd weekend.