My bottom lip began to quiver, as my eyes filled up with tears and then they flowed down my cheeks. I heard a twig snap from behind and my head snappe... round.But there was no one there.I quickly got to my feet and scanned frantically around at the spooky gravestones; willow trees, brown and orange leaves on the ground that had fallen from the other trees. My heart pounded in my chest.Suddenly, someone appeared from behind a tree. A man. A tall, thin, pale young man, with a gaunt handsome face.. Carol Williams had straight, blonde, shoulder length hair that was very neatly combed around a very pretty face. Her stunning blue eyes gave her a very Scandinavian look along with her very cute turned up nose. Her lips were the very softest shade of rouge without a hint of lipstick and her teeth were immaculate. Carol also still had a certain amount of ‘baby fat’ around her cheeks that gave her whole visage that certain very fresh and child-like appearance that made her so attractive.In height. I thought to myself, ‘I am a very lucky man. It is not every day that you get to feel a woman’s breasts at work, let alone breasts belonging to a hot young lady.’ After a couple of good kicks, I moved my hand. After a few minutes, she said that she needed to get back to her desk and off she went. That left me with a hard-on that just would not go down. It sure made concentrating on work a little difficult as well.I saw her later in the day, walking through the hall. She looked very. I remember feeling how taut the suspender strap was across my bum. The other leg was around his waist. He was fucking me like crazy by now. I grabbed that firm bum as it went up and down, back and forth, pounding that fabulous cock up me. “You like, white bitch”, he asked, knowing the answer. “Just fuck my cunt, you black fucking bastard.” The language was extreme. I do swear in bed, but, not usually to that extent. He flipped me over again. He was on his side now, so was I. He was taking me.