He picked through the mail, mostly bills and advertisements, until he came across two identical envelopes. One was addressed to him and the other to A...nie. It’s been four years, he thought, and she still gets mail. He opened the envelope addressed to him. It was an invitation and at first, he thought it was for a wedding, but he knew of no one who was getting married. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was for a class reunion. ‘Welcome Fairview Class of 1979’, it began. ‘It’s time, once. Soccermom: "Sorry, I can't."MissPeaches: "I ask you for a simple thing, and you refuse .Then, goodbye, get your fat slutty self dressed, and don't ever bother me again."Soccermom: "No wait, please, I'll send it to you."I begin searching through my computer, until I find a picture. It had been taken on Easter Sunday with all of us dressed for church. I pressed the button to send the file to Miss Peaches silently cursing myself again for taking this step. As the picture was loading to her. I started to get a strange feeling that I wanted to come but I didn't have a stiff cock, something I had never felt before. Without any warning a short spurt of sperm erupted from my small cock onto the floor. The feeling was fantastic, something I had not felt for over 8 years. Rachel wiped the floor with a tissue and said that was not what she expected and that we would go to plan B. Eileen then produced a strap-on vibrator for me to wear. After some adjustment of the straps I was then. Her “Aaiahh” caused William to jump back and withdraw from her pussy. He ended up on his back alongside her. “Are you OK?” he asked.“Some fantasies need to remain fantasies,” she answered. Then she said, “I think I’d better drive” as she moved over to straddle him and lowered herself onto his slightly deflated prick. William pushed up against her and she began driving herself down on him with ever more frantic thrusts.Soon she was crying out with each bounce. Her cries of “Aaaah, aaah, aaah,.