I knew they had seen the copy of the story from the Rochester paper. It had been cut out and laminated, along with other news stories about JBG and ou... personal, and was in the pile in the meeting room table.I stopped for a moment and looked around. Across the highway, there was a group of three or four gathered under a street light at one of those foul weather bus stops shelters. The two with me noticed where I had stopped and then realized why.I pointed out more things to look for in this. Just, take deep breathes okay. That’s it. That’s good. Deep… slow… breathes.”His dick started to move inside me, very slowly as he were savouring this moment, and locking it into his head for future arousal. I breathed in, shocked at how big and strange he felt moving into me.“You are so tight… so fucking tight.”I was barely able to tell how much further he had left to insert into me. The pain was awful, but this wasn’t all yet. Still he moved in further, filling me slowly, slowly, slowly until. A young lady approached as we entered and asked if she could help us. Linda told her that we were just going to wander around and would call her if we needed anything. That was a relief. I was too embarrassed over what Linda obviously had in mind but it seemed the fewer witnesses the better my ego would survive. We walked over to a rack of matching bras and panties and Linda started to quiz me on what colours I liked. My horrified reaction must have been evident on my face but she just smiled. Mr. Keller had fallen asleep while lying on top of me in a cummy mess. There was cum everywhere. When Mr. Keller woke up he stood up and looked down at me. “So that was different for me,” Mr. Keller said with a smile. I looked at Mr. Keller’s face, chest and stomach and it was covered in his cum. I looked at my breasts, stomach and pussy and there was cum everywhere. The cushion on the couch underneath me was covered in cum and soaking wet between my legs. “Do you always squirt like that?” Mr..