She said that, when she was married, her husband used to take care of the car.I filled the jug three times and poured the gas into the Honda all the w...ile making small talk. The small talk turned to me. She asked if this was going to make me late for work. I explained that I was just coming home from an unsuccessful fishing outing at a creek in the area. I told her I was self-employed and that my hours were my own. Work was slow this morning anyway. She thanked me for stopping several times and. Being in the 'Service Club', meant that I was to be there with my red jacket on. During the dance some of the cheerleaders asked me to dance with them. Those girls really know how to get a guy worked up in short order. We only danced the slow numbers and they molded their bodies to mine making sure to press their breasts into my chest and keep as little space as possible between our groins. With an erection, I tried to keep my distance but they closed the gap and pressed their crotch right up. He walked over and placed his hands on Pandora’s shoulders, massaging them gently. Mr. Smith was an older, distinguished looking man in his mid-fifties. He was tall with a beard and thinning hair. “Have you ever been with a much older man?” he asked, taking one of his hands and moving it towards Pandora’s D cup breasts protruding through her button down blouse. Pandora was slightly nervous by his advance and even more nervous there didn’t appear to be a lock on his office door. “No,” she. I eventually ended up telling her that I was chatting with a bunch of guys too, and I was shocked when I found out how many of them wanted me to fuck them. I didn't know how she would react but she laughed it off. Telling me, "It's okay, you can fuck guys just as long as you don't fuck other girls." I was not sure what to make of this, I didn't know if she was serious or joking. That was the end of that conversation however and though we'd talk about my chats from time to time, we never really.