Now it was Friday and I thought, I really must get in there today. I planned one last lunch in the quayside bakery, and then a gentle three hours in t...he office before the weekend. After a second coffee and completing the crossword, I reluctantly thought, "Get your ass out of here and go to the office". I went to the counter to pay, and just as I was about to leave, I saw here pushing her baby stroller with some difficulty through the doorway. The nig plate glass door had a habit of self-closing. I could also feel the men eyeing me up, thinking dirty-dirty things as they stared at my crotch. Scary thing is that the more wasted I got the more I teased them. My mother constantly bitched at me for the way I dressed. I was 18, but with a kick-ass body, so I could have passed for 19 easily. I had long reddish-brown hair, almost down to my ass and I was wearing tight, short shorts and a t-shirt with no bra and no panties, which was a typical outfit for me at that age. This big black guy I. Fortunately, she was tall so carried it fairly well. Growing up overweight had left her with some self-esteem issues, though she was certainly much more outgoing than she had been while in school. Still, she had been reluctant to attend her high school reunion. Memories of school dances flooded her nervous brain. Standing there watching her friends slow-dancing with boys, never being asked herself. She had been friendly with guys in classes, they always seemed to enjoy her sense of humor, but. We snogged on the dance floor, a kiss the like of which I had never known. Like a porn star. She was only about 4 foot 10 to my 5' 8". As she lived twenty miles away on the opposite side of Birmingham, and neither of us drove it was difficult to find the oppornity to fuck. We were getting very desparate. At a mutual friend's party we'd managed to "heavy pet" we didn't seem to quite get the privacy to fuck. After I'd coaxd her breasts out of her dress (on average she would only be wearing 4.