I got a registration form and off i went to room 3. A room with 2 beds, but single for her, like you now, it was very slow at my department. She was s...tting on the bed as i entered the room, and with her was standing her mother. I said hello, introduced myself and told her i needed to check some things for the administration. We filled in the form and while i was doing it i could check her out a little bit.She was slim build, cute, but not overly hot… more of the ‘girl next door’ type. She had. When we were 3 years together and my extra activities became very rare I asked the question:"Mark, are you ever going to propose to me? Are we getting married sometime?"His reply surprised me so much that I sat dumbfounded for a few minutes."No. As much as I love you, and you know very well that I do, I have no intention of marrying you."When I was able to speak and the tears stopped flowing I asked:"Why, Mark? You say that you love me, and you know perfectly well that I love you too, so why. His business sold more cars than anyone else in the area. I had heard through the grape vine that Sam had a big boat he liked to take up to the Finger Lakes from time to time. It just seemed that if a man could afford all that, he could pay his workers a living wage. Then there was Rachel Gault. When I started at my job, Rachel Brown was a secretary in the parts department. She was five or six years older than I and built like a brick shit house. Every brick was in place!She was single but. I need you to come. I need to see you come. I need to see you happy."His words were the push she needed off the precipice of her pleasure. She stopped her bouncing, tightening her grip on his shoulders and ground against him with a rotation of her pelvis as her mind was flooded with pleasure, blocking out the rest of the world except Freddie's flesh pressed against her. Her eyes squinted and face cheeks tightened to express her overwhelming pleasure. She cried out in rapture, "FUCK!"She closed.