There were wet spots on the back of her skirt where cum had leaked out while she drove. Her top was slightly loose, but silky. It draped across her br...asts and nipples making it clear that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. There was a stain over her left tit that made it look like she had been nursing and sprung a leak. I made her stand in my office while we called Jim to discuss the contract. Cum was running down her legs. It was dripping on the carpet and drying on her thighs and. It was locked. Now what kind of person keeps stuff in a locked drawer when his office is 14 stories underground behind several steel doors? So, like an inquisitive kid who had just found a locked drawer in his parent's room, I jimmied the lock and looked inside.A collection of bound books sat inside the drawer. The books had dates that ranged from the thirties to the sixties. I took the oldest one, dated 1935, and went back to the stairwell for lunch. Sitting on the metal stairs was. During that time of the day, we got to know a lot of the other kids at the camp, and the three of us were usually together. From three until dinner, all of the groups worked on crafts of some kind, staying in the shade to stay cool. We were given the freedom to pick were to work, and we always worked with the kids from our cabins. Scooter continued to have troubles with his crew. It got so bad that Mick had to step in during the craft times to keep control. Suzi inquired why I hadn't done. It was well past midnight. ‘I don’t even know your last name,’ Moira commented. ‘Taylor. Jeff Taylor and yours is…?’ ‘Feeney. Moira Feeney, pleased to meet you, Jeff Taylor!’ Moira said, mustering every vestige of flirtation she could find in her tired body. Moira didn’t flirt…hadn’t since…fourth grade? She hoped her effort didn’t come across as completely feeble. ‘Moira, I haven’t enjoyed talking to someone as much as I’ve enjoyed chatting with you in a long time—ever. I know you’re beat and.