And maybe, just maybe, what you accomplish makes the world a better place. I have offers from the Dark Side also.’ The bar would close in a few minu...es. 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. After school and tuition I used to rush home to her. With mom and dad working it gave me a safe time to do so. By pretending to show interest in her cooking I used to brush against her often. This developed into a habit of standing behind her and looking over her shoulders.I used to softly brush my hard dick on her ass. As time passed I used to even press and hold it there while asking her about cooking. Don’t know if she noticed it or not but she never moved away. This gave me courage but I. She washed down the remaining fragments with another sip.As twilight descended, mountain coolness invaded the pond basin. The simmered mud and water retained their heat, while the air lost its warmth quickly. The temperature differences caused a creeping fog to form on the pond's surface. The mist added an eerie tenor to an already desolate atmosphere, and a Loon's wail on the far shore of the small lake drew goose bumps to Brenda's warm flesh. A full Moon was rising above the treetops of the. With each breath his cock grew, he slid his fingers towards her ass, her groaning as he began to finger her while running his teeth and lips up and down her neck.She unzipped his jeans, tugging at his cock and pulling it free. He began pulling at her harder, roughly kissing her lips and neck and groping at her PVC covered ass.Rubbing his cock against her skirt, pressing harder against her he pushed her against the damp wall, pulling her jacket open he tore her bra open. She had pulled his shirt.