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The Reunion…reloadedThe reunion…reloadedThis was the 50th Class reunion. Really the 50th anniversary of our graduation from high school…Unlike the 40th reunion (see that story)…my wife was in fine fettle and able to attend…had even ordered a VERY fetching little red dress …which she looked quite marvelous in…Being one to cover my bets…we left the house for the reunion quite early and arrived well before the appointed time. Still there were a fair number of classmates there…mostly gathered at the bar. I ordered my usual Guinness…my wife her Merlot. A minute later one of the guys from my class said” didn’t you get the drink tickets?” Well…obviously not…I retrieved those from one of the women at the check in table…I had gotten my name tag there…but no one offered me the drink tickets!Didn’t see anyone I remembered for a little while but my wife Dolores and I had a good time at the bar…people watching. Eventually I saw Tom…(see the 40th reunion story)…He was looking quite a bit more haggard than I last remembered him and had put on a bit of weight. Nevertheless we had a good time conversing.After about ten minutes…I noticed Joan entering the bar…now Joan was the woman that I walked home from school three years of high school…and we had a history from the last reunion( the 40th)Joan was busy working he way through the now crowded bar…this was to be her first meeting with my wife…she was to meet her at the last reunion…but my wife was sick and could not attend.I was a little worried how this would work out…At last she approached…” Joe…is this your wife Dolores”…”No Joan …”I answered” this is someone I just picked up ten minutes ago…” “Oh Joe your still an asshole konak escort aren’t you…”Well things got better from then on. We talked and it turned out Dolores and Joan hit it off pretty well…Joan arranged so that the four of us could sit together (Dolores, Joan, Tom and myself). It was very noisy and could barely keep the conversation going across the table. Several other classmates sat next to us…I recognized Sandy and Suzanne…as they looked the most of any of us like their high school yearbook pictures. They may have been sitting with their husbands…but initially ignored our group completely…Later after the snacks and the buffet were done and we were having coffee and desert…Sandra piped up and started talking to me…very self assured and proud of her long and prosperous career…Suzanne‘s career had a few missteps but she finished off with a rewarding twenty years in teaching. I could not help up notice how good she looked so I turned and said” of all the people here you have retained your looks the best…” She replied …”oh you’re quite the smoothie…it is due to alcohol and d**gs…” “And sex…” piped up Joan…it was a wonder she could hear across that noisy table…Suzanne …blushed a tiny bit…but secretly squeezed my knee and whispered…”I am going to the rest room….but wait a few minutes before you follow me” I was staggered…she gave me a significant look…so I thought I knew what she had in mind…she was always super cute and desirable…but always had a boyfriend in high school…One else seemed to notice …Joan was busy talking with Tom about women’s basketball…Dolores…had a quizzical look on her face…but she was determined above all that I konak escort bayan have a good time at my reunion…and asked no questions.After a few minutes Suzanne left the table…I assumed for the rest room…I noticed then that she was not the perfect clone of herself as a high school cheerleader…she has the same hairstyle…the same hair color (sort of…) but her face and especially her body had thickened a great deal.After multiple beers and plenty of seltzer water…I did not have to fake needing to use the rest room.Luckily the large “this rest room is for everyone” was slightly off the banquet room…I knocked on the door…pretending to see if it was occupied…the door was locked from the inside…but I heard it unlatched…and stepped in…Suzanne locked it behind me…“OK mister Joe…these are my rules…I need to get off tonight…and I need a man present so I can…but you cannot touch me! You cannot make any demands on me…this is my show!” I hastily agreed…but wondered what I had gotten myself into…I watched as she hiked up her skirt…revealing black lacy panties…“Alright…for this to work I need you naked from the waist down…so drop your pants and lower your shorts” “Christ, Suzanne. I really need to pee…”‘Ok…JOE…I’ll let you but only when I’m holding your cock..Damn…it’s not much is it?…but you are incredibly hairy so that’s a bonus”So Suzanne held my cock for my extended piss…as she shook it after I had finished it started to stiffen…“ Oh so your definitely a “grower not a shower”! She growled . “Show me what you’ve really got..”Under her direction I slowly stroked my cock from a 4” flaccid state to nearly 7” fully erect…“Well you’re not escort konak so long…but you are pretty thick…and I like that cock head..” Suzanne…now sitting on the john…she had pushed her panties aside…and was rubbing her wet hairy cunt…“We don’t’ have much time…people will want this room..Joe…you turn sideways so I can watch you stroke your dick…I am going to pleasure myself watching you cum…and you’d better be fast” I was mesmerized by her wet cunt…and her enormous exposed clit…this situation was so unusual…and weirdly erotic…but Suzanne kept in charge “You will tell me when you are ready to cum…..”I spit on my dick to aid my rapid stroking …that plus the sight of Suzanne wildly thrusting her fingers into her pussy…pushed me near the point of no return…“Suzanne…” I croaked…..”Yes….I want it…come to me…” she urgently demanded…”on my clit…wet my clit” she ordered..I knelt in from of her as she sat on her “throne” and unloaded on her…well mostly on her pubic hair and belly…but enough on her clit to satisfy her…literally…she rubbed that cum on her clit …stroking it like a dick…and came powerfully…stifling her groans…but I could see her eyes roll back in her head…As powerful as her orgasm was…she recovered remarkably fast..“Now clean up and get out of here…go through the bar so no one guesses that you were in here with me” “Yes Suzanne”…I mumbledI got another draft at the bar…and that was my excuse as I made my way back to the table. Remarkably no one seemed to miss me…Anne and Dolores had been talking about knitting…tom was off talking with an old Navy buddy…and Sandra and her crowd were nowhere to be seen..Suzanne did not return…but there was so much walking around talking to old class mates no one noticed.The rest of the evening went very well…made lots of old connections…reminisced…mourned the classmates we had “lost”.The next morning I checked my email and found a video from Suzanne…..but that is the subject of another story…

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