I go there on Sunday mornings to ponder my lonely life. It's a quiet place where my private thoughts are seldom interrupted. I like to climb to the hi...gh ground, and sit on a park bench to watch squirrels race up and down the trees. Occasionally, a couple of kids come to the cemetery to make out. I watch them, envy them, really. They are unaware that I'm watching. I always wait until they head off in one direction or the other before descend the hillside.Sometimes I cut through the cemetery on. " Excellent, forward it to my office, marked Eyes Only." Sir, the data trail led outside the country and the evidence is pretty damning. Is there any chance of using official channels to pursue this?"With a sigh The President said, "No, not really. It would take ages to get anything moving and even then we would be at the mercy of every bureaucratic moron in several nations. I just don't see that as an effective course of action. They could literally stall us for decades before anything. Being with Brenda on Sunday really shook me. Not that I didn't like it. I really liked it. I took my swimming trunks home and when I got to the privacy of my room, I sort of sniffed the front of it where my cock had pushed it right up into Brenda's wet pussy. And she'd ... she'd tasted my sperm after I shot it all over her stomach and boobs! And then she made an off-hand comment about how she didn't think she was the first or only girl who'd tasted it. I suddenly realized what a dangerous game. He pushes into and out of me in a nice slow rhythm, as I leak my juices all over his fingers. I need some relief… a release… soon! I can sense that the song is about to end, and before it does, I whisper in his ear, he nods, I grabbed my clutch purse from my table, and we leave the dance floor. This club has a lot of dark nooks and crannies, so we found one that was out of the way, and I pulled my partner into it, pushing him up against the wall, and press my lips into his… hard. He responds.