It’s just his awkwardness, shyness, call it what you like, that prevents him having more excitement, he’s simply not that good with people. That�...�s where I come in. Lennie is my best friend and I look out for him, and more often than not I have to talk for him too. Oh, he can be annoying, but I guess I can be too. I’m short, that’s fair to say, but at 130 pounds I compare favorably next to most other guys in our early 30s , but when Lennie is next to me I look pretty pathetic. Don’t get me. He didn't mind, though. He was there to getin shape, not for the girls.The men at the gym, meanwhile, or some of them, seemed to pay him a littleextra attention. At first he thought nothing much of it, until herealized they were flirting with him! They must have noticed him walkinginto a class meant for females. That was embarrassing, at first, but hequickly grew used to it. It was even kind of fun, and by the third weekhe was egging them on. It was a compliment of sorts, after all, and. ‘My name is Justin and would you like to spank me, because I would as sure as hell like to spank you.’ She grabbed my hand and we were soon in one of the stock room, where she stripped off her skirt and offered her bottom up to me. I started gently and was rebuked for this. So I quickly upped the force and tempo and was rewarded with some very satisfied moans, my hands’ were wet from her juice so I slipped a finger into her pussy. She stopped me stripped of my dress and bent me over a table, I. The inside of the rig did not smell of smoke but of a very subtle mahogany air freshener. He took out a small bottle of mouthwash, gargled and spit it in to his coffee cup and then wiped his hands and face with a Handy Wipe. He mumbled something about hating the smell of stale smoke as he looked up at me. I asked if he smoked in the rig and he said no, could not stand the smell but smoked two or three Camels a day while outside on breaks. He turned on the seat toward me, spread his legs.