I just got up a while ago and thought I’d loosen up in here.”Her eyes moved from mine, to my chest, and then to my crotch. Smiling and with a kno...ing expression, “Hmmm, already have your shirt off huh? Were you planning on joining me in here or what?” I laughed and hesitated, thinking of the spunk covered shirt in the house, “I uh, was pulling some weeds and moving planters around out front and got mud all over it so I uh, threw it in Sis’s hamper on the way out here.”I was wearing cargo. I turned a corner and there he was, right in front of me. The guy was maybe forty, short and stocky and he was holding a mack wide open. He was wearing a navy blue bra, no pants, but matching suspender belt and stockings. I was transfixed by the sight of his cock and balls. His cock was short and very thick with a large purple helmet, the foreskin pulled back by several thick rubber bands and it was very, very hard. he had no pubic hair whatsoever and his balls were a deep red also with elastic. She was a brown-haired woman in her 60s with square vintage glasses and a dark charcoal suit. “You guys were teenagers the last time I saw you.”“My girls grew up quickly.” Rochelle sighed.“Some more than others.” Diana snickered.“Something I know all too well.” Dory nodded. “So, Madison. You’re a senior in college now?”Maddi shook her head. “Next year.”“Three semesters to go,” Dory muttered. “Well, done.” She cut her eyes at Rochelle and went on. “She’d just make the minimum.”Maddi looked up.. Well, you know." Hookers?" Yeah," I responded.She laughed. "We were but I wasn't much of a hooker. I mean sex worker." I'm sure I looked confused. "I better explain. I ran away from home when I was seventeen and came to San Francisco. I was going to get a job and crash with a bunch of girls and get a boyfriend and all that. That's when I found out that there aren't jobs for seventeen-year-old drop outs. I ran out of money and was really desperate. I stopped into a thrift shop and bought these.