I might as well have found this other money lying on the ground. Just because I don’t want it, doesn’t mean that it can’t do something nice for ...y family, though.”Betty Lou looked at Tommy in consternation and tried again.“But Honey, that money could help you make a better life for yourself. You could find a place of your own, or travel, or even go back to college yourself...” she tried to reason.As soon as she mentioned him finding a place of his own, Tommy drew back as if she had slapped. From her parked car near a dark area where she had done probably thousands of car dates with guys we talked. As she often did, she gave me her nightly tally – eight married-man blowjobs, one guy wanted to try sucking cock with her, and four black guys wanted her “tight white ass”. At one point she explained that she was done working for the night and showed me her cum-stained tight white blouse and her smaller than perfect implanted tits. She looked at me reached over and pinched my shaft. I started to relax, and revel in the excitement of being the center of such lavish, if unusual, attention.Suddenly I felt hands rubbing all over my body and someone started licking and fingering my pussy. There were many hands rubbing across my stomach, my breasts, and pinching and sucking my nipples. Some were fingering and licking my ass and others were sucking my fingers and toes.It was so much, I was going into sensory overload and I loved every minute of it. Soon something was pushed to my. I'd decided, long ago, not to try to impress Alice, but to just try to be myself, whoever that was.I was kind of hoping that might impress her.I drove far into the Northern suburbs after dinner, arousing Alice's curiosity but saying nothing about our destination. When we finally pulled up in front of a drive-in hamburger joint, she just gave me a look that said, "OK, now what?"The waitresses were on roller skates at this place -- old-fashioned clamp-on skates -- and the decor was the late.