The problem was that I wasn't sure that it would be my final fling, ever. Now, I set about making some arrangements of my own. I got on the phone, hir... car companies, jewellers, florists and a few secret calls here and there. I wanted Lena's day to be perfect.Later, that evening, Lena and I sat down at my place to draw up a list of those whom we'd like to invite to the reception. I wanted to keep it fairly small, but the list just grew and grew. By the time we'd decided just who was invited and. I called that night and we made arrangements to meet at a grave yard near his home, that Saturday. We figured it was about 70 miles from where I was to the graveyard. That Saturday I drove about 76 miles and could not find the road the graveyard was on so I turned back to a crossroads that I had passed sat in the back of a gas station and called him again. Seems I had cut back about two miles two short of the road so out again I started. I was amazed at how calm and matter of fact I had become.. '' look man just let her leave'',i said holding out my hand to her she latched onto it making me feel protective. we started walking out when i heard a whoose sound and i turned enought to catch a glimse of a blured fist. clack was the nasty sound the fist made agianst my forearm, i had enough time to block. i grabbed the girls hand and we started running out the way i came in. when we got to the street i said,'' we have to split up''. she violently shook her head no and made her grip. Then she sank down, her wetness engulfing me, and she leaned back against me. Her perfumed hair aroused me even more. She shifted slightly to the side, turned her head and kissed me. “You can come now, Ben,” she whispered against my lips. And I did, as her pussy held me tight, her wetness seeping out and soaking my balls and dripping into the chair. My cock throbbed inside her as she let me fill her up, and I grunted with each spurt. It was an exquisite orgasm and it left me breathless. Then.