As I went wandering about during the afternoon, I would sometimes see her and again she would smile at my bold stare. At my age and shape a bold stare...was all I could manage. It was getting on for home time, my wife had left some time ago and now I thought I'd beat the rush and leave also. I said my goodbyes to all my friends and colleagues but she was nowhere to be seen. I walked towards the large car park and there she was, waiting by my car"How about a lift?" she asked with a toothy. "There you go, boner problem fixed. Just keep it our secret." Pat said with a smile as she pushed her tit back into her bra and shirt. I ran back out to the pool to play. A week later the same thing happened and Pat again took care of it the same way, with me squirting my load on her tit. Then the next week also. Then a few days went by. Then it got to be whenever I saw Pat. Plus, I squirted on one boob, then the other. Then she had both out, then she took a load on her face, then in her mouth.. There is no place you can run that we cannot find you."Henry rolled off the desk and lay face up on the office floor. Looking down at him, Sara suddenly had a very odd smile on her face. She stood up and walked over to where Henry lay. Standing over him with one foot on either side of his face, she let loose with a flood of urine which she swept up and down his body by rocking her pelvis back and forth. She then looked down and him and said in a slightly sing- song voice, "Who pissed on who. Who knows, maybe she was.Angel would turn to Phil once in a while, and get a bored look and say degrading shit, looking disdainful, then she'd look back at me, her upper teeth over her bottom lip. She'd lift her head, and give me a craven look, as if to say, I own that fucker.Then she'd put her face close to mine, looking at me with weird affection, and lust. We'd give each other little kisses while she moved against me. Angel would have what I'd call little orgasms now and then, until wham,.