“Um, yeah,” I managed to say.“He’s pretty friendly for an old guy,” she said.“Yes, very,” I said.For a second I was afraid she would ask...what I meant by that, but she didn’t notice the tone and started nuzzling my neck and rubbing my chest with her hand. She was clearly thinking about sneaking off at some point to fool around.Normally at this point, I’d be getting a serious hard-on, but my exhausted cock could only manage a little jump. I felt a slight wetness on my thigh, and looking down I. Knox'scabin. I recognized one of the girl's parents standing outside thecabin. It was the parents of Kendra 'Olive Oyl' Watson.Kendra was given the nickname for her build. She could give Olive Oyl arun for her money for the skinniest person I have ever seen."Oh NO!!!!" I screamed."What is it Tommy?" asked my mom."I just realized who the two girls who volunteered to switch with us,"I said. "It's Olive Oyl and the Blimp." We know," was my mom's reply."How long have you known?" I needed to. . In her forties but dressing much younger – like an escapee from 1985, trying to party in 2015 ... the classic mutton-dressed-as-lamb. Lingerie as club-wear. We can see the ‘camera operator’ in a mirror, another middle-aged woman, dressed similarly, filming with an iPhone. Fiona waving at her as if to say ‘put the phone away!’“I think I wanted to prove to myself that I ‘still had it’. So, at weekends when the boys were staying at their Dad’s place, I was meeting people from Adult Friendfinder. There’s no power. I’ve got a splitting headache. I’ve eaten way too much pizza and cake. My stomach feels like it is going to explode. I’ve consumed way too much alcohol. This place looks and smells like a rubbish tip. I look and smell like a rubbish tip. I feel like a rubbish tip. My girlfriend has just run off with her gym instructor. I’ve been out of work for three months now. My savings are nearly depleted. I won’t be able to live here much longer because of that. I think I have wrecked.