Two older men in their 50’s sat at the bar on either side of me. Jim, who had a buzz cut and a cut off t-shirt asked if he could buy me a drink. I...can never refuse a free drink so I accepted. He introduced himself as Jim and told me his buddy was Mike. I said hi to both men.Jim was a big guy, well over 6 feet tall, and had a huge beer gut and a lot of tattoos on his arms. Mike was just less than 6 feet and was just a wide man. He had a hat on and a big thick beard. I ordered a beer and. They were very firm, almost hard, as they pressed against me. I got us a couple of beers, even though I was sure she was under the legal age. We found a quiet corner to sip our drinks. As soon as we sat down her hand went to knee. She leaned in, inviting me to kiss her and I quickly obliged. Soon her hand was behind my neck and her tongue tried to drill down my throat. During the course of our making out she ended up on my lap, where she could no doubt feel my steel-hard erection pulsing. She roared at me and threatened to call my parents for punishment. Looking at me, she rolled her eyes and asked me to go sit in the living room. I obeyed, sitting on the sofa, thinking of million excuses to tell my parents. She came into the living room, wearing a pair of shorts and blouse, looking a bit calm as she sat across from me on the chair and asked me, if I had anything to say. I know, a 19 year old, got caught with his hand in the cookie jar, I offered my apology saying, I did not. Roger pulled into the carport at his house and unlocked the side door. He opened the back door of the SUV and took the boxes into the house one by one. Each box seemed to weigh about twenty pounds or so. He set the boxes on the kitchen floor and then went and changed into jeans and a t-shirt.Roger poured himself a glass of ice water and then began to open one box. As soon as he folded the flaps back he saw that the box was filled with used one hundred dollar bills in stacks of one hundred bills.