Each of the men seemed to have his own witty sexual reference in his name – like “Brendan Bones”, “Damian Dickins”, and “Ab-King Alex”. ...t was not until the second-to-last performer came bounding onto the stage, however, that my interest was piqued. His name rang out from the speakers once but continued echoing in my head for what seemed like an eternity: “Corbin Cocker”. Corbin lively danced around onstage, showcasing his impeccable tanned body. By appearance, Corbin was one of the younger. For now she was happy, in love even, hoping that she was wrong in her worries. But she was only in her mid-teens, worrying about the future was not what she was interested in now. At this very moment she was more interested in why Ian was in the garage. Yes its me. She said heading towards his voice. Im in the garage, come on. He said, sounding excited about something. She walked into the garage, her interest peaked even more by his excitement. She found him carefully examining a strange chalk. I said, “Aunt Irene, lift up so I can pull your panties off.” She lifted up her butt and I pulled the panties down her legs. As I leaned down, I could smell a musky smell coming from her pussy. I am not sure what it was, but it turned me on more. I had never smelled that smell before. I had a steady girl friend and we made out all the time but her pussy did not smell like that. I moved back up and continued to suck her nipples while I slipped a finger into her pussy. I moved it in and out and. “Yes, sir. Is your room not cleaned to your satisfaction? If not, tell me what needs to be done and I will do it.”“Oh, my room is cleaned just fine, except for the faint odor of pussy juice and sex.”Arleen looked at him, trying to decide if he was just throwing darts and hoping to hit something or if he really knew what she had done. “Do you want me to re-clean your room?”“What time do you get off?”“At one o’clock.”“Be in my room by two o’clock and fuck me or I will have to let your employer.