.I mean... Look, why don't I just lend you twenty dollars and you can..." "Because you know and I know" she said evenly, "that I could never pay you ...ack. I may be a whore James. But I have my pride. I do not take charity. I do not stand on street corners begging like so many of my countrymen. I will not stoop that low." It wasn't until later, after we were in the back seat of my car and her georgeous head was bobbing up and down in my lap that I remembered that she had begged the drug. A second song started and she asked if we could keep dancing. She was having fun. Bob asked about her husband. "He'll be fine, he thinks I am too shy to be sexy with other men." What do you think?" I think you enjoy dancing with me." She moved closer and as his hands moved to her bottom she started to rub against his aroused cock. As the song slowed down her feet stopped moving but she pulled closer and he could feel her rub her front against him. He told her she had a wonderful bottom and that. He said the easiest thing would be to lay back on the couch on my back, and just let him do the work fucking me. I reminded him to be gentle, and he agreed. So I laid back on the couch and put my legs up in the air. He slowly worked his way back inside me, and asked me what I wanted him to do. By this point it was all the way back in and I was loving the pressure. I told him to fuck me the way that he wanted to, so he started building up and really funding me. He asked me if I was ready to jack. He had a huge smile on his face and was obviously happy to catch me in a state of undress, and I cast a look at his crotch, to see if he was excited.I closed my room door quietly, my back against it eyeing him up and down. He was young, but old enough to perform a sex act, well most boys are by the time they are ten. (A known fact not an invitation)I stood leaning against the door, my mouth suddenly dry, so I drew my tongue across my lips, a horny MILF eyeing a young buck, and as I eyed him up.