In LA, I can assure you, this is all true, some names might be changed, maybe not, but the content is real When I was 18 I met my friend Jay, who lik...d to do music and stay in his room all day,(important info), he stayed at his mom's house,(Isabel, single Mom),with his older s*s Nina & younger s*s behind some apartments, in the parking lots his uncle used to own. I would always hang out at his house and lust over his older sister Nina, whom I would tend to flirt with. She was 27 or 26 and was. I started to rub my hand over his dick and could feel it getting even harder. His breath started to become short as I felt him shiver. "We've not got long. My friends will be back soon," he breathed as he wrapped his arms around my waist and plunged his lips onto mine. He kissed me so passionately that I became so horny. I started to moan his name, I knew he liked it when I did that. I wrapped one hand in his hair, pulling on it as he kissed me harder. I used the other hand to slide down his. I would guess we had been there about an hour when the sun on my face became blocked. I looked away from my book to see what was up, Anne did the same. There standing over us was a tall, tanned, guy of perhaps 60. He appeared to be in pretty good shape and had a rather large cock hanging down between his legs. Even soft it had to be at least 8" long."Hi," he said, "I’ve been sitting on the other side of the river watching you guys and thought I’d come over and see what you’re reading." He said. At the time, I didn’t really know why he’d want to do that or why She allowed it, assuming She had any choice in the matter. As far as I could recall, bikinis in my brochure and catalogues didn’t have tassels on them, but Miss Elaine in the Flower Pot, Hers appeared to. To begin with, I didn’t know they had go-go dancers at this pub, and I’d no idea that that’s what She was. So I had no idea why She was talking to a load of men at the bar wearing such a skimpy outfit. I wasn’t just intrigued,.