One day someone called me Zeke and I thought it was cool so I've been Zeke ever since.I am forty-six years old and manage a resort on some ocean front...property. Before getting into that part of my life, I think I should go back and tell you about my early years.I was born in a somewhat slum area in any Large Town USA. At my earliest recollections, mom and I lived in an old mobile home near her place of business. She worked in a brothel or on the streets. We had two other prostitutes who lived. The seat was right above the back right or left wheel. Storming past people I sat on the seat and waited for about five minutes, and with in the five minutes I soon realized that the bus’s ac was broken! With no ac, a crowded bus, and sitting in the sun, beads of sweat quickly formed and started working their way down from my head, to my chest, to my breasts, past my belly, to my already wet and horny pussy! The bus took off and I grabbed my ice cold drink and a thought came to my head. I. So we were at the club we were exhausted and went to an room we were 6 friends avren said that we should group masturbate but everybody just ignored it because we all were exhausted. I had forgotten to bring my sleeping bag so avren shared his with me at first he slept on top of me and I could feel his cock this turned me on . I could not sleep at night I was thinking about the cock of my friend that I could touch all night so I pretended to sleep touch him. I could see a bulge from his sweat. I become acutely aware that Freddy’s right hand has strayed the path, and is now testing the boundary of my jeans.“Tits! Only!” I try to sound firm, but his eyes dart to mine, and I know he’s heard the breathless quality too. Now he’s going to think I’m enjoying this. He gives me an evil grin and his hand slides back up to my breast. “Tell me.”“She walked in, started digging in the dumpster. Thought I might offer her someplace warm to park her ass for the night.” He laughs wickedly, and for the.