She was giggling. Now a few people nearby were looking. Tracy’s friends seemed surprised and defensive and about to intervene so I retreated as quic...ly and stealthily as I’d approached and within seconds I was back near where my own bus would park. I looked back over and Tracy was chatting with some of her girl friends and they were all looking in my direction. They looked confused and, frankly, disapproving. I don’t think Tracy being my friend was sanctioned.For the rest of the week things. He got dressed and went back downstairs. I stayed in bed for a short time. I wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to give myself a wet orgasm as I replayed the events back in my head. I really can’t remember when I was so turned on. This was going to be the fruit of my orgasms for weeks to come.Eventually though, I had to leave my bed of passion and return to reality. I put my house clothes on and returned to the kitchen to see Mike working outside with his dad. I wasn’t sure who had enjoyed. We had fucked many times so she knew and loved that I lasted a lot longer after she gave me a blow job. So the second time she would be wet in anticipation of the hours of pounding she was going to receive,surprisingly she would stay wet. Even now at 65 she still had the desire for sex,but only with me she would tell me. I was the only one she needed or wanted which I was sorry when I told her I was probably not going to be there for her desires. That last look of Lee walking away after that. ’ He pulled me up by my hair, turned me around, and sat me down on the edge of my desk. He took the Sharpie from my hand, spread my legs, squatted down, and wrote ‘Darren’s’ on the inside of each thigh. ‘I’ll see you on Monday,’ he said as he gathered the trophies of my underwear and his backpack. He was out the door before I could blink. I vaguely remember getting dressed, but my drive home was a complete blank. I stumbled through my front door, poured myself a glass of wine, drank it in.