I went home and jerked off anticipating what's gonna happen next weekend.The date came and we were looking for some place to eat but to no avail, back...then, nothing was open on Good Friday in PR, we just ate some seafood cocktail appetizer this little hole-in-the-wall place in Isla de Cabra area. While leaving this place my car's oil pan got damaged by some pothole I ran over, a tow truck took us back to my parents and borrowed my sister's car to take her friend back to her place, well that's. She glanced at him with a suspicious eye. ‘What happened to the money that you were saving for your new set of golf clubs?’ ‘What do golf clubs have to do with it?’ George asked back. ‘George…?’ she demanded. ‘I decided that I still like the old ones.’ A tear trickled from the corner of her eye. ‘I want you to have these more than I want the golf clubs.’ he assured her after a pause. ‘Please keep them.’ Helen looked at him in silence in the semi darkness, absorbing what he had done, what he. She had her bra in her hand. The only thing she was wearing was her thong and 4′ stiletto heels. ‘Come on daddy. You got to make it rain,’ she said as she started twerking. He went in his pants pocket and pulled out his wallet. He was happy that he had cash in it. ‘Alright then, show me what you got,’ he said as he moved to the edge of the couch. She started dancing around her coffee table. She then moved the table to give herself more room. She kicked off her shoes. She twerks, dipped her ass. Oh, who was she kidding — she wasn't just a "dancer." She was an exotic dancer, a stripper, and she had the body for it. Her fellow students didn't know that bit about her past. She had convinced them that she worked as a waitress for the past several years. Despite their 38DD size, her breasts didn't sag one bit, and unlike some of her fellow dancers, hers were not the product of surgery. Her red shoulder-length hair framed a beautiful face that featured deep green eyes, a lightly upturned.