His head is down and there is a cut on his cheek. Thrown out of home and barely fifteen years old. He can't decide whether or not to lie about his age... All he's got is his library card and some spare change. Not enough for a cup of coffee. Would going into care be any good? He's heard the stories, he knows what can happen in foster homes. But chances are tonight will be rough.He doesn't know it yet but all first nights on the streets are rough. You don't know the good from the bad, and there. Julie, dressed in her short black dress and black stilettoes was quite a sight when she strolled into the Social club after closing. The guys were all sitting at the bar and Michael offered her a drink before introducing the rest of the team. The guys varied in age from about 18 up to 35 and varied also in physique from slim young men up to quite bulky heavy weights. Julie was in her 40thyear but looked much longer with her small size 8 frame and fit physique. Her heart was beating very fast. Our mouths met in a light kiss -- just lip contact. Her perfume, light and sweet but not overpowering, came up to greet me."You smell delicious," I murmured into her ear."You smell like a man. A man that I very much want to make love to right now."Our mouths met again and this time we held the kiss, our tongues beginning to dance with one another, probing, piercing, licking. Our bodies pressed together. I could feel her breasts pressing against me. I know she had to be able to feel my erect. It was a lovely evening, in the upper 60's and the sun was just going down. I was enjoying having the windows down , feeling the breeze blow over my thinly dressed body. As we drove I noticed we were approaching a neighborhood where some close friends lived. Suspicious of my hubbies motives I said "You told me we weren't going to go in anywhere." He just grinned and said "We aren't, somebody is coming out to us." We pulled into our friends drive and they walked out to meet us. The husband Shane.