“It’s not funny, I don’t have any other way of getting home!” I said, quickly packing up my poster. Not that it would help much if I was stran...ed.Nicole just laughed and crossed her arms. “Relax, kiddo,” she said calmly. “I can drive ya home.”“Really?” I asked her, my eyes lit with relief. She simply nodded, and picked up her camera bag.“Let’s go.” was all she said as she walked towards the front doors. I followed, not knowing what I was about to get into.***“So, you can drive?” I asked as she. I don't get there very frequently, but when I do, I make the most of my time spent there. Last Friday I got free in the early afternoon and headed to the club. When I arrived I stripped and secured my belongings in a locker and headed out to the deck to enjoy the sun. Being the first guy out, I picked a lounger and settled down to relax and get a tan. I drifted off to sleep immediately. Waking about 30 minutes later to voices, I found 3 other men had taken chairs on the deck. All were mature. I did some cleaning and odd things around the house. I continued to be somewhat distracted as I continued to think of my step-son Trevor. Once again, just after lunch, I found myself fingering my wet cunt again after my mind went to the thoughts of last night once again. I continued throughout the afternoon, doing my chores. I looked up at the clock and seen it was two-thirty in the afternoon. A smile came across my face as I thought Trevor would be home in about forty-five minutes. My. The conversation started like all the other wans he told me he likes my photo. He told me about himself and showed me some fotos. He was an older guy in his 50s a little chubby very hairy and i wouldnt say very atractiv. So i flirted a little never with the intention to actually meet him. He told me he likes what im doind and he wants to help me with some money so if i give him my bank account number he will send me some money. i loved tha .the told me for the money he just wants some personal.