Secretly had kept her on the payroll as a constant but she moved so there would not be any temptationIn reality Stephanie was more angry than she coul... even begin to articulate. How could he fucking do that to her? She had always been there for him. All the accidents he had injured himself with. All the times she had encouraged him had kept him going. She'd born his c***dren and given him nothing but a perfect home life. So what that she didn't act like a whore or a slut. She'd been. Maybe it would be fun. Who knows? PART TWO: THE FIRST DAY The reunion is supposed to encompass the entire weekend. There is a mixer Friday night. Saturday, there is a dinner, and dancing at the roadhouse. I have no one to take, so I won’t plan on dancing. And finally, on Sunday, there is going to be a baseball game and barbecue. I rent a car at the airport and drive home. The family home is located on a hillside overlooking a ravine. On the other side of the ravine are other houses. My father. We were just sipping this groovy French Press and shooting the wind. ‘One day, a long time ago, but easily confused with today or tomorrow, I lost a girl in a coffee shop,’ I said. ‘Who cares, man?’ said my friend Zac, ‘You get so many hot bitches.’ ‘Yeah, but she wasn’t a bitch.’ ‘A bitch is a bitch,’ Zac said lazily as he took a drag off his cigarette and eyed a couple of scantily clad girls walking by. The girls smiled coyly at him. I had to admit he looked good with his long blonde hair. I now had a whole five pounds. In the kitchen his wife produced tea, scones, butter, jam and clotted cream while we filled out the paperwork to transfer the car. The scones were delicious. My enjoyment was obvious and she pressed more on me. I looked at the clock. It was half past ten. Even if I left now I might not reach Exeter in time for the last train to London. I said so. ‘You won’t need a train,’ his wife said. ‘That car may be old but it’ll get you all the way there and back again,.
Read MoreNo need to worry - she could feel his miserable dribble of cum sliding down her thighs as he pulled out, shouting "Get Out Slut - let that be a lesson
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