I picked him up, as he was thumbing a ride one night to this gay bar in San Mateo that’s no longer there, called “B” Street (on actual B Street)...and there was a lesbian bar upstairs too. So, we talked as I drove him there and before I dropped him off, we made out for a few minutes and we exchanged numbers. Richard and I hooked up again not too long after and he had me over his grandmother’s house in Redwood City where he lived in this little house behind her house that was once his. Mr. Green saw me and waved so I waved back. Then he stopped came over and asked if my mom was home and I said sure and went to get her.I continued to sit outside and gthey went in the house for a few minutes and then the door opend and Mr. green want bacck home and I hear my mom calling. I slowly wander in and find her in the kitchen. She turns to me and asks "Johnny do want to go on a camping and fishing trip for a few weks. It's in the mountains and there is a lake with a dock and. I placed my bucket in the machine and it filled with ice. I picked it up and turned around. The man was right there in my face and started to kiss me. I dropped the bucket and kissed him back. Our hands exploring each others body. He pulled my robe open, my pussy now dripping wet. I found his cock, it was hard as steel and I wanted it. This was not me, I am conservative and straight laced. Not a slut, I don’t even know this guys name and yet his fingers all up in my pussy and I want his cock. Breaking our kiss, she pulled me toward the old cot that was in the back of the cabin and we sunk down onto it, me over her and I continued the kiss. It went on for what seemed like hours, but was only minutes. All of a sudden, this feeling came over me, and I wanted her, more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. My lips left hers and traveled down, over her neck. I savored every taste of her, breathing in her scent. Slowly, almost hesitating, my hands moved down, over her stomach, until.