He wasn’t anything spectacular, yet somehow he made me flustered. I could banter and joke with all the other guys in the shop and office, but Mike s...et me on edge. I couldn’t talk to him without seeming like an idiot, and I know I blushed all the time around him. I was in the break-room of the shop, sitting at the computer getting payroll for the previous week, when the door opened and shut itself again. Most of the time when this happened it was the shop supervisor, Randy, so I rarely turned. It was all very old wood, some of it was rotting away.There were raspberry canes everywhere. The bottom-lands were filled with nettles and the gravel drive to the cabin was a menace. I took the kerosene can, locked up and drove the sixteen miles or so to town. I bought heavy gloves, a weed sickle, a big shovel, a heavy rake and some 2x4s to clean up the wood pile, got the kerosene can filled, bought bog paper, white paint, a brush and a broom. I picked up some grub and ice in a cooler, then. Guns on a high school campus were a sure ticket to jail, and Archie could do nothing to help Horsey with that kind of trouble.Horsey left to get a beer from the refrigerator and to dream about the revenge he would take on Bill Anderson and the two girls. The best idea he could come up with was for the girls to be gang-raped in all three holes while Anderson was forced to watch. Once that was done, he was going to burn Anderson's balls off. Horsey actually dozed off with that thought going. What is he thinking now? Ed smiles, ?It is just a game – but if you don’t like it we can just cuddle and kiss. We have our passion behind us. Now we can relax, enjoy ourselves.? He pulls me close and kisses me on the lips. And then begins to whisper in my ear a complete and detailed account of our afternoon together. Blow by blow – bit by bit. How I felt under him. How my hips moved to join him. How my pussy milked his cock, forcing his cum from him, making him cum before he wanted.