...so they those two took off after the dog and told me and the older guy if they weren't back in 20 to 30 minutes just to meet them back at the truc.......so he I am...high as kite, laying in this silo that is completely dark...you can't even see your hand in front of your face....with some 40 year old guy I didn't know that well. As I laid there we really weren't talking much ...we had agreed to just hang out and wait for the guys to get back...as we're laying there I'm high as hell enjoying. He had to think. This had to be played out just right. One slip and the shit would hit the fan. He closed his eyes. Becky didn't seem like the brightest person that ever lived so he was sure that he could control her. The problem was how to use her to get the Governor under his thumb. He picked up the Polaroids from the coffee table where he had thrown them. As he went through them he saw that each of the men had taken at least one turn with Becky. One photo in particular caught his attention.. I felt incredible shame and embarrassment. What could Winnie think of me? That I’m a lecherous old man? A sex offender? I couldn’t even think of what the term would be for something as slimy as me. Surely she can’t stay here, and after this display, I felt I’d be forced to let her have her money and leave, even though she was nowhere near mature enough. “Shit, shit, shit,” I thought to myself. “Why did I have to do that? Why did I get hard? Oh God, why am I so stupid? Damn, damn, damn.” I. Lust was building between us day by day and we could not do anything more than kissing and caressing.We could not control anymore and we decided to meetup and finally get some actionLast night we decided about the place and time and everything. It was holidays for us both after our exams. I left my home the next day and waited for my girl in a juice stall she arrived after 15mins .. I could see the glow and lust on her face and we had some juice and we immediately left. It was drizzling at 11.