‘I can be a real, real good little girl…’ I wasn’t sure I was understanding her right. ‘Sugar daddy? Excuse me if I’m being slow, but what...exactly do you mean by that?’ I asked. ‘It means that you take care of me like you were my rich daddy, and I show you my appreciation by giving you some of that special sugar only I can give.’ she purred. ‘I kept a lot of my old tools of the trade from when I was working, I could dig them out again…’ ‘Wait, I’m confused. Are you offering me sex for money?’ I. ...1. Keep going, I would be back with the guys in an hour or so if I survived this heat/bug onslaught....2. Go back to Sandy's, text the guys and hope my assumptions were incorrect, spend the night and head back first thing...I turned tail and headed back to the old guys place, I had only been gone about 20 minutes and when I approached I noticed all the lights were off expect the porch light.I quietly walked up the stairs and knocked very lightly, the bedroom light came on, then the living. She was leaning back on her elbows with legs spread allowing him an unobstructed view of her prepubescent charms. She did that all the time, and did not seem to object to his fascination with them; in fact, it seemed she was inviting him to a new round of fun. Kathy was enjoying the effect she was having on his penis.It didn't take much to get him excited when she exposed her whole crack like that. Thinking she still had her affliction, he figured they might experiment once again with their. Sadly though, as tends to happen, we grew up, moved apart and got on with our lives. As time went on, I missed these porn fuelled masturbation sessions we had together and I wished that I could have that connection again. I begun placing ads in the personal sections on various websites, with some limited success. Most were fantasists or chickened out of an actual meet for whatever reason, some were wanting more than to just masturbate together, but out of the successful meets that went ahead,.