Where are we going? We can’t go to my place. My mom is home, and I don’t have money for a motel.” He looked like his bubble had just been burst�...�“Don’t worry. I have a van around back. The windows are tinted and there’s a great mattress in the back. That perked him up again and we were off.”“As we rounded to corner to the back of the lot I figured I might still get lucky and find a group so I asked if he had any friends who might like to join us. He got that disbelieving look again and asked,. By this time my balls are twitching, and I'm having some serious thoughts about getting rough with her, show her it's not nice to be a cock tease. Over the next 3 hours as I worked on the mess in the backyard, she continued with her teasing ways. She would come over to the window, open her shirt to show me her bra. She would walk over to the patio door, pull her pants down to reveal her thong panties and smack her ass. Look out the window at me as she sucked and licked her fingers and other. It probably didn't really look that bad, but I cringe a little when I see photos.My eyes are grey-blue, and at the time, always behind glasses – I only tried contacts when I was . I tended to go for rounded rectangular wireframes. My facial features are "soft" I would say – I do not have distinctive cheekbones, a particularly pointy nose, or a jutting chin. I looked – and still look – very young. Back then, it was a curse – always getting asked for ID when buying alcohol, even past thirty. Now. Ginger!” her partner strolling behind with three more bags exclaimed.“What! What is it Mac?”“Talk to me. Come on,” Mac carried his bags to a chipped edge wooden table and rested them on the laminated surface.“What is there to talk about Mac?” she spun to face him and flailed her arms.“Baby, come on, you’re never like this after a job.”“We’ve never been shot at on a job.”“Right, shot at not actually shot.”“Because you shot that guard.”Silence filled the worn room. Mac stepped forward, but Ginger.