“Hey,” she said back, her hand on her hip. That was it. We were on each other, mouths locked together. My hands reached first for her ass, giving ...t a rough squeezed, drawing a moan from between her lips. Then my hands went for her breasts, pulling first one, then the other out of her dress. As my tongue explored her mouth, my fingers explored her nipples, twisting and pulling them; they could cut glass they were so hard.My hand went down the curve of her body, pulling up her dress. I pushed. We'd love to be starters... wouldn't we Laura"I took a look at the girl shaking and wiggling her ass. "No... no I wouldn't Cilla... I just don't think I could do that... it's not me" I said. Normally I'd gone along with her requests, not wanting to appear a party pooper, but this time I had to tell her. I wasn't going to join in."Oh come on Laura... you can do it... where's your sense of fun and adventure" she said rather petulantly."Sorry Cilla... not this time" I replied."Hey it's easy work. In just a short distance I could be almost unseen from the road. I came across an old dirt logging road with large piles of brush and perfectly cut tree stumps scattered around. The perfect spot. After quickly removing my panties and using a tree stump to balance myself, I squatted down and started to urinate. The sound of my rushing water seemed deafening in the quiet muggy forest. After what I thought was an eternity the pressure in my bladder was finally letting up when suddenly something or. Martin said "I can hold your interview in my office right now if you'd like", she said "Ok", as they walked down the corridor to his office it was a lot quieter, away from the hussle and bussle of the party. Martin sat behind his desk and Donna sat facing him, he asked her the usual questions of an interview and she answered them well.As Martin relaxed in his leather chair Donna put one leg up on his desk, revealing an upskirt picture to Martin, who was married himself. He looked and smiled..