And yes the pictures are real, a guy who just about lives in the bar happens to have a digital camera and is so used to what happens there that he's a...ways prepared.Anyway, I still live with my mother, my dad died when I was sixteen. For some reason I haven't been able to find a good job all my life so it helps me a lot to split costs with mom. But it sure cramps the old sex life living with her.I tend to go out bar hoping just to get away from my mom's prying. It allows me to mix with people. Now, when I sat on the couch next to him, my head down in his lap his cock in my mouth, he would put his big hand on my head and stroke my hair absently, let his hand wander down to my ass where he would caress it and then he started playing with my hole and fingering it. He always spit on his finger and it felt nice to feel his wet finger penetrate me and wiggle around in me and even finger fuck me. I would squirm and moan in pleasure when he did that and I even started taking his hand and. His voice was soft and feminine and had that "gay" accent to it! Anyways, as we made eye contact I smiled and was treated to a flash of his pearly whites! How I wanted to cum across that face at that moment!! I got into my car and drove home thinking about him and how much I wanted him! The next day I drove out of my way to fill my car yet again at his station. He recognized me and gave me a huge smile and as I took my change from him I let my finger gluide across his smooth palm, never. I put my finger to my lips and then motioned for him to come closer."I won't tell daddy, Mark..."Mark cautiously stepped forward, and I could tell he was still drunk. I pushed myself up a little on the bed, my tits still exposed to him. "I swear I won't tell," I whispered.I was so wet I didn't care if it was wrong. He had gotten me so worked up, and his cock was so big. I wanted to know what it felt like in my mouth, and even in my pussy.He still seemed a little unsure, like he was having.