She learned that his name was Marcus, that he was a sales VP with a major pharmaceutical company, that he was divorced with grown c***dren, and dated ... number of women back in Atlanta. I bet he's got a whole stable back there! she presumed. They chatted about weather, politics and travel. Their conversation was spiced with sexual innuendoes. As they talked Jessica would occasionally touch Marcus' face with a soft caress of her finger tips, rake his arm with her nails, or give him a playful push. It was for a fabric factory, and inside was still plastered with drapes of soft cotton sheets thrown about in the dark semi-moonlight. They both laid down on their backs and glared up at the almost sky high factory ceiling. The soothing humm of a few bats echoed the air. Max was wearing a white vest and blue shorts. He reached down hesitantly and put his hand inbetween the robot's legs. Immediately, a penis pushed its way out of a hole, growing rapidly in max's hands. He got up and examined it. We were the so called "Rebels" we all had tattoos and piercings and all the other Jocks and girls looked down on us and laughed at us as we walked by. The only one who had a girlfriend through high school was Sam and the rest of us went without. After high school Sam and John went to college in a different state while me and Brent decided to move to a different town and go to school. We found an apartment to rent and it seemed like as soon as me moved in the girls finally noticed us, the day we. In no way am I condoning u******e sex, or any of the acts that happen in this or any other of my stories.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Shortly after our fun in the attic was my grandparent’s 50th anniversary. Because they had family flying in from the other side of the country they had to convert the attic into an actual bed room. Now between this and the last time John and I did anything his mom, my aunt, got married and.