He looked nervous, but already I could see a bulge growing in his pants. He was turned on, probably fully aware of how old I was- or, at least that I ...asnt legal, but he didnt seem to care. At least I hadnt landed some copper who would throw me in jail and call my darling mother. Without a word I threw one leg over his so I was straddling his lap and attached my mouth to his neck. He wasnt the most attractive man Id ever seen, but was obviously in his prime and wasnt exactly ugly. I had got a. It helps that I have sadistic tendencies as well, but that`s another story as I run a small club of older men who have shall we say shared interests; they use the facilities of the `hobby room’ from time to time, on a mutual help basis and my hobby room proves perfect and secluded for just that. The old farm house has a surrounding garden, a couple of outhouses and parking for about six motors, all behind a thick hedge, it all lays off a small lane with very little passing traffic. This. Suddenly, the door opened, and Sam was inviting her in. The rush of air conditioning struck her face like a gentle caress, and she smiled. She knew that Sam had gotten all excited, and had forgotten to open the door. It happened sometimes. Kacey didn't mind. She was guilty of the same thing, on occasion, herself, she knew. The two best friends were nigh inseparable, especially during the summer. It'd been that way since they were really little.Kacey gratefully stepped into the house with. Aimlessly at first, as though navigation is impossible. After a time, the wandering turns to meandering, and eventually into a brisk walk accompanied by mindful observation. Moving my body seems to help me think. It’s easy to forget, but I actually love walking. I hate florescent lighting, though. The coolness of its headache inducing color. The way such lights buzz as they flicker and glow. The door in front of me has deteriorated with age. Its frame is sunken and slanted, and what.