We basically didn’t speak to each other for several years, but since we seldom saw each other I didn’t let it bother me. When he was twenty-four h...e was in an automobile accident for which he was responsible. He had to pay a fine or go to jail. Amazingly he appeared at my door one night, hat in hand. That’s not to say apologetically, but held out for a donation. The simple fact was, he knew no one else who had the money he needed. I was incensed, not so much from his asking for a loan after. " Without looking back I started walking. I was instantly pulled against the building."Do you mind?" "Not at all." All I could do was stare into his eyes. My hands could not help but run inside his shirt feeling every supple muscle. He reached for my jeans. "Should we take this to another place?" Instantly we were in another room. The most magnificent place I have ever seen. You could fit twenty people in this room; the bed alone could hold fifteen. The light gave me a better view of him.. He was a photographer, and specifically worked in the modeling field. This was how he’d met Kelsey Diaz, his current girlfriend….and she was a knockout. He never really felt like he deserved her, even though people always told him they were perfect together. Never mind the fact that he probably could’ve been a male model himself if he’d wanted to be, and never mind the fact that his parents were independently wealthy and paid for pretty much anything he wanted or needed. None of that mattered. She let her eyes stray to his crotch and could see a large bulge in the front of his jeans even at 30 yards away.She knew there and then she wanted to fuck him and a shiver of lust ran through her body ,she rubbed the tops of her thighs together as her pussy started to itch with lust , the rubbing against her clit brought and instant flood of juice into her pussy and she could feel it dampen the gusset of her white cotton panties. Michael carried the hay bale into the barn , his biceps bulging.