I shook her hand, pleasantries exchanged. “What brings you to the party?” She asked, my mouth still struggling to formulate a cogent sentence. �...�Well, uhh, a friend of mine knows the girl who owns this place. He asked me to come along since he didn’t know too many people.” I replied. “Ahh I see. I’m kind of here as a seat filler myself to be honest. Friend of mine too, had her eye on a fella for a fair length of time now so she wanted me here for the old. A little ways out of town I've relaxed some and Bob's hard work is about to pay off. I stiffen, arch my back and moan. Bob moans too, and sensing what's to come he works even harder. My spine crackles when I finally cum, and Bob makes short work of every drop. The smile on his face is priceless as he sit up in his seat. "Put me back in my pants and zip me up you horny goddess!" I tell him. He just smiles, his hand holding my cock as my erection fades. My GPS says that we have almost an hour. Philip sent word, asking Summer to come to his office as soon as she could. Summer had been wondering for some time why Philip hadn't summoned her earlier. She was more than willing to go to Philip, knowing fully what it was he wanted. Summer was now 3 months along in her pregnancy, and she was already beginning to show a little and knew she'd show a great deal more before the baby was born in another 6 months or so. Summer had worn a rather tight-fitting sweater that morning and a very short. “Overruled.”Everybody waits for a minute, me for an answer and the witness in uncertainty, so I ask it again. “Was Watkins always your name?”“I don’t understand,” he says. Oh, yes, you do, I think, and I push it.Me: “Wasn’t your last name originally Watkowski? Didn’t you have it legally changed?”Watkins (looking first to Yvonne for help, which isn’t forthcoming; she’s already taken her shot): “Yes, I did that some years ago.”Me: “Will you tell me how many years ago?”Watkins: “I don’t.