Charlie and Marge lived about forty miles from where we lived at the time. It was a sort-of cocktail-party-finger-food-buffet-kind-of-thing. I was wea...ing a dress with a medium long skirt. Always have enjoyed mid-calf-forties-fifties style skirts and dresses. Usually what I wear. I curl my hair to match the forties image. This dress was a little loose, so I was wearing a belt. Very ‘Marilynn.’ Just after I had finished a couple of little quichy thingies, I noticed a man staring at me. Knowing. All of those things, all at once. I felt uncomfortable and lucky, well part of me felt uncomfortable, most of me, lucky. I was scared I would not be able to concentrate, after all, her life depended on me belaying her safely and concentrating on the job, not on her charms and thinking naughty thoughts of what other parts of me may like to do.Melissa was a fit and voluptuous thirty-something, about seven years older than me, but she never looked her age at all. In fact, she looked younger than. ” Said Zoe.I waited, silence except for the sound in my ears of my blood rushing so fast. The car door was opened and someone took my arm and helped me out. There was fresh air, on my face, the wind in the trees rustling the leaves, a crow was repeatedly cawing in the distance and I shivered. Someone took my arm then I heard Zoe’s voice.“Six steps.” she said and led me forward. Cautiously I moved my foot forward and felt the bottom step, then it was easy. A key was turned in a lock and I was. May be another about a dozen strokes and I will breed you; love. I shine my cock with rapid moves and then slow down. I want you to see me blasting. Watch me dear as my hands move away and make sure, your view is not blocked. Just for you my slut, watch me cum and enjoy the feeling. With the teeth gritting, balls knotted under the cock shaft and my eyes shut tight, I push my pole towards the ceiling and here it is, I am cumming, more cumming, one more squirt, more, one more. My sperm makes.