"A friend.", I replied..."Well, I can be your friend.", he said as he smiled at me. "That would be nice.", I answered. "Do you have something for me?"...He withdrew a sizable dick from his trousers and removed his hand so that I could get a better look. "Oh, please..." I cooed, "Can I touch it?"."Of course you can." he answered. "You can do anything you like".Once I got my hand on his cock, I began to stroke slowly and methodically. The soft and sensitive skin with underlying veins and muscle. "You'd better start being lookout," he said to Max."You wouldn't want to get caught in here yourself." Give me the camera," Max demanded."No way," Stuart smiled, closing the locker door.Max had to admit, if only to himself, that it was good camouflage for thepeeking tom. Stuart could see right through the vents and if Max didn't knowbetter he would have mistaken Stuart's head as just another dark shadow. Hewasn't sure, however, how well a camera would work with such a view."You're not going to. So the summer I was 17, the summer before my Senior year in high school, my parents were okay with going on a vacation and letting me stay by myself. You know, I honestly don’t remember where it was they went, but at the time I knew I didn’t care, so long as I got the house to myself.First things were first, I found my mom’s car keys and ended up taking her car out for a joy ride with some of my friends. We laughed at how naughty it was and drove down to Hillsborough, the very rich. Is that true?” I asked“Umm…maybe. I used to have a relationship, but it didn’t end well, and because of that my parents have been forcing me to look at suitable men,” she replied.“Wow. I wish I was Muslim. I’d have loved to throw my name into the mix. You’re absolutely amazing. I’d be interested in spending a lifetime showing you how special you are,” I said before I realized what came out of my mouth.Sameera was speechless. She gave me a real wide smile and told me I was super sweet. It was.