Unlike other celebrations, ourunspoken plan for this one does not include any heavy drinking beyondtwo or three drinks, just enough to say we celebrat...ed but not enoughto dull our senses whatsoever. It will be more a celebration withgood food and excellent company, anything else that accompanies itwill develop of its own accord and in its own time.Before, during and after dinner, much of our conversation deals withwork and our looming good fortune interspersed now and then withinnuendos of an. "The day had tried my emotions and I had done no work. What the hell, do a steak. She'll like it. I went to the market and bought a New York Strip large enough for two. We had the potato and salad makings already. I made the salad, washed the potatoes and laid out the hard rolls. I was surfing at the computer when the phone rang."Charles, darling, are you alone?" Of course I'm alone. Only three women in the world met my criteria and two of them turned me down. You're all I have left." I'm going. She pulled herself off my cock but remained where she was, and then did something I was not expecting, with one hand she opened her pussy and pissed over me, initially shocked I began to enjoy the warm piss soaking my genitals, I lifted up my polo shirt and she aimed up my torso soaking all of it. She finished pissing and lowered herself onto my cock and resumed fucking soon having another intense orgasm. We both stood up and she guided me to stand in sight of Stuart, dropping to her knees. .But I said it would take to get there at least one entire day driving.I then had an idea: I had nothing to do at home; so, I could join him during those five days out. Victor smiled and accepted the plan.The next day he called me from his office. Victor said now another guy would join us, to share gas and driving. He confirmed that the full trip would take about twenty-four hours; but he had booked a motel in Missouri, to spend the night there.The guy was Anthony; a handsome young black man I.