She might be around 20 or so, so maybe she even knew the owner of the dildo that was still in my pussy. I cleared my throat. Did you… did you like w...at you saw? I asked her, avoiding eye contact. She shook her head. Nothing, she said. I didnt see anything. I swear. I smiled, feeling a little more confident now. Well, I replied warmly. Would you like to? She stared at me silently, not answering, but not trying to get away either, so I slowly pulled up my skirt, inch by inch. She looked at it. ''Same here. We moved here in the summer. I'm a border during the week,though, as Mum says it will help me stand on my own two feet, whateverthat means. How about you, are you a border?'I don't know why I said it, but I did. My mouth sometimes does not knowwhat my brain is thinking and starts saying things anyway.'Yes, I'm a border.''Cool. It's good that we have a day off today isn't it.''Er yes.''I do like these admin days. It means we can get out and do things wewant. My Mum picked me up from. I said ya right its no so easy to you guy. He then asked, aunty not your husband satisfying you these days. I said him he lost his interest, he is not like before of course we meet once a week but its not enough to kill my emotions. He asked what you do. I waited a bit later told him; I finger what else I can do? He then asked, why don’t you ride your husband on your own aunty? I said I can but, love and sex should be from both sides, it’s not so good to force someone to give happiness. That’s. He waved me in, pointed to the living room and pointed to his phone as if it were something important. At this point, I was a little put off that he didn’t even seem to care why I had come and even less interested in my attempts to be threatening. “Well this was a familiar sight,” I thought to myself as I sat down on his beat up couch and saw the porn on the TV. A scene with 4 guys standing around a girl, jacking off. God, this guy was a “Grade A” loser. I looked around to object, but he was.