Working at the club really opened up my eyes to how a man’s brain really works. The more complicated they appear, the simpler the mind. As demonstra...ed by their actions it really comes down to one old clich?Men generally think with what’s in between their legs!Over time I’ve developed certain skills as to how to exploit that flaw of theirs for my advantage. The only side effect that I noticed while working for Paul’s club is that I became exceptionally self aware of my perfect body. I loved. Around nine o'clock the neighbor down the street came over with his lawn mower and began mowing the front lawn. In a matter of minutes he was done and had moved on to the back portion. The lawn in the back was somewhat larger. The boy down the road was a freshman in college but he looked like he was still in high school. He was around 6 ft tall sandy blonde hair. He had the long kind of muscles that you would find on distance runners. Looked like he had worked out on his upper body but his legs. I told Jennifer to look critically at Sherrie as soon as I stopped talking, pretend to be thinking about what I said, and then nod and whisper something in my ear. I told her it would drive her mother crazy.And it did.By the time supper was on the picnic table, Sherrie was probably convinced she'd made an egregious error, letting me invite them to go for a ride on the Beth Ann. Jennifer, on the other hand, told me I was her brand new, very best friend. SO THERE!Things settled down, and we ate. Her middle finger made its way to the very tip, and by the way she rubbed her fingers together, I guessed that it was a touch moist. The man shifted his weight and turned slightly toward me while her hand slid behind his cock and pulled it down and out of his sweats. It was quite thick, and dripping from the tip as she bounced it against her thigh, squeezing it between her fingers. He pulled himself closer to her and as she groped and squeezed his cock it began to point in my direction. I was.