She was totally beautiful as were her sounds of pleasure, muffled but growing in volume as we moved closer to the release we needed. Her orgasm tipped...me over the edge as well, and once again my seed squirted into her body. "Now, I realise just why I like older men," she whispered to me. "No argument from me, my sweet sexy girl." "And an older British guy, well it's a bit scary, but in a good way, I think." Eventually I got the story out of her, though it was punctuated by more great sex.. "He chuckled, "Sherry, I think this is going to work out fine."Things at home seemed to be getting worse, Cliff sat and looked out the window all day and watched TV all night. I could hardly wait for the weekend to end, so I could go back to work.It was three weeks later when I was called into Mr Mullins office and told we would be leaving the next morning for four days, we would return on Friday. I was told to pack at least three dresses, cocktail dresses would be appropriate, and what ever. Steve hobbled over, and then the boy helped him get out of his clothes completely, even his shoes and socks. Steve shivered in the half-dark of the bushes as the teenager fondled Steve's butt and little boyprick, and Steve drank in the sight of the huge, throbbing cock rising out of an incredibly thick jungle of almost black crotch hair. Steve dropped to his knees to get a closer look.The teenager lifted his hips as he stretched out further on the ground, so just his head was resting against. It read, “Hi, I saw you get out and wanted to talk to you, but I was too nervous and too shy. I don’t know if you are interested in another man or not, but had to try. I’m Eric and would love to get to know you.” I looked around the parking lot but didn’t see anyone. The note had a phone number and an email address and a physical description. I had to admit, I was alittle flattered... and curious.I thought about that note several times over the next few hours and read it over and over. Ever.