She can picture it in her mind, the way his cheeks dimple in that ashen field of two-day stubble. He doesn’t strike her as the hipster type, too das...ing and refined for that. He most likely keeps that face clean-shaven, except maybe, when he’s on vacation.She wants to turn, but she doesn’t.“What made you approach me?” she boldly asks, rolling her chin to the side. She expects a snarky reply. It doesn’t come.“Gorgeous woman...lying alone by the pool...reading her book with no earbuds or external. ” He complied quickly, never saying a word and giving only a half hearted kiss. She crawled on top of him, feeling his hard cock and guiding it into her wet vagina. Rhythmically she started to sway back and forth, and up and down on his cock. He moaned slightly, and she know how much he had always liked sex like that. Hoping he would shoot his load soon she kept on working it. She also started thinking about her new lover. He was dark and tall, bulky in the shoulders, a real working. " Dude — you know I'm stuck here. What the fuck?"Frank shrugged and offered something resembling a look of sympathy. "I forgot it was one of Mom's freaky-deekie hippie holidays. When I got up this morning and she was still home with a flower in her hair, I knew it was time to get out. Dan's gonna be here in a couple minutes." This blows goats, man." Just come with us. What are the parentals gonna do — ground you? You're eighteen, man — and we'll be at college in the fall anyway." Yeah, and I'll. Then 2 straight couples of Toms show up at halftime and I quickly gointo high gear and cook some more cooking for them. Thank goodness all Ihad to do was set the food up cafeteria style. Everyone loved it andcomplimented the cooking. Your straight neighbors chatted a long timewith Tom, but kept staring at me, as I picked up the dirty dishesthroughout the place. I came to clear your table and they start askingme all about me. They even ask me if I would serve at party at theirhouses............