I was more scary about devils so i opened my main door and bathed inside my bath room .in the near apartment there is a old man aged around 50 who doe... not speak to any body. There is a door knocking sound .but how can i go out like this I am fully naked,and i just closed me with a towel and went out .and i saw the old man standing in the door i asked what do u want sir and he replied that my mom said to take care of me for the three days. I said oki sir please sit i am bathing .he replied oh. "Hi there Mrs. Cane" I said. Mrs. Cane was a woman in her early thirties whose husband ran off a few years back. She had short dark hair, large C cup-looking tits, a nice firm ass and is just a little chubby. Coupled with her funny sense of humor, I always wondered why her dumb-ass ex-husband ran off. Needless to say Mrs. Cane was a big part of my spank-bank. “How many times do I have to tell you, call me Liz.” she said with a mock-frown. “Sorry Mrs. Ca- er, Liz... force of habit” I replied.. So in return, I asked about my boyfriend’s night out plan. And told him if his information is right, I will make him suck my tits. Also, he will get to fuck me. He was delighted and agreed. He said that then he will surely make me moan very soon.I prepared myself for that night club or pub whatever shit it was. I wore a strapped bra and panty with strings. A mini skirt that ends before my knee. I wore some high pencil heel shoes. I wore a crop top of matching color with a skirt.Everything was. I was really starting to get into this, and slipped my hands into my panties. My fingers were at my warm moist pussy immediately. I slowly rubbed my warm wet slit and quietly moaned. I began to slowly hump my hand, flexing my butt as I did. My mystery man in the middle was beginning to show signs of an erection as he squirmed and crossed his legs to hide it. I continued to stare at him in the mirror as I pleasured myself. The crotch of my panties was soaked as I withdrew my hands and dripping.