She was about 54 and around 120lbs, her pale skin covered in freckles. Her tits were perfectly shaped but still slightly small. She had always been in...soccer and track, so her body was healthy and thin with a tight butt. She dressed gothic, with the black fingernails, fishnet sleeves, black eyeliner, and short skirts. I was more of a skater myself. My birthday was about 6 months before hers, but everyone thought I looked 15 or 16, not 14. I was about 510 and 175 lbs, my arms, abs, and legs fit. As we where about to get in her car to drive to the race I asked her if the panties where patriotic also. She lifted the hem of the skirt to show me there wasn't any. I said you are going commando? She said yes it's to hot to wear panties. On the ride over to Atlanta she made sure I was totally aware of her naked pussy only a inch or so above the hem of her skirt. My dick was safely locked in my stainless steel cage with the key hanging between her thirty four B cup tits. Her nipples stay hard. I thought this will either keep her happy or so it might make her want more of the real thing!i tell tell to experiment playing with it in different places so she could tell me later when I got home. After a week or so she got friendly with a couple in a nearby apartment. It was an older guy quite rich and a trophy wife. She reminded me of lady Sonia the porn lady. Chris took on the role of maid to tidy up and do the washing and iron once a week for 25 dollars. She told me after the first. I teased her nipple with my tongue, and dropped my left hand into her lap, gently pressing my index finger between her legs.“Steve,” she said softly.I released her breast, moved my hand, and quickly sat up.“Sorry,” I said. “Was I going too fast?”“No,” she said, almost in a whisper. “Can we go to the bedroom?”I smiled, stood up, and took her hand. When she stood, I bent down a bit, scooped her into my arms, kissed her softly, and carried her into the bedroom. I decided not to put her on the bed,.