He sat down with his tea and i asked him if he wanted a better view of my tits 'what do you mean' he asked'while i was round yours last night you kept...trying to look down my top , why you have a great looking wife with small firm tits why were you looking down my top at mine ?' i asked'sorry i couldn't help it yours look so great and they were right there in front of my face' he said'do you think your wife would mind ? if i spoke to her about it ?''please don't tell her i love her and don't. He held my head firmly now, he was about to blow his load. I felt his balls jump in my hand. Then he exploded into my mouth. "Oh shit," he stammered. He held onto my head hard to keep it over his pulsating cock, and I feel to keep his balance. I could taste him now, his flow of semen had filled my mouth, not a huge amount but enough for me to enjoy and swallow a couple of mouthfuls. That wonderful sour, salty taste of him now overpowered the mix we had made together and coated his cock. It was. It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout ... We all stood there, under the awning, just inside the door of the Wal-Mart.We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day.I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as. “What the hell is going on in here!” An older male voice yelled. It was Coach Conrad’s’ voice. “I told you Jackasses to get cleaned up and changed hours ago.” His voice got closer and a hush fell over the crowd. At 6’6 and weighing well over 300 lbs everyone feared the coach.“Will you look at this! Well it’s about time that worthless slut did something to help out around here.” He said with a leer. “Stand back boys and let me show you how a real man fucks a slit like this.”Tina heard.