"Thank...Thank you," she croaked in an unsteady voice. She was crying when i turned around, "those heartless pigs, if you hadn't come I don't know wha... would have happened." she sobbed, and slid down to her knees crying into her hands. "Come now," i said and lifted her up, "You are safe now, come here," I finished pulling her into an embrace. I let go and handed her bag to her, fully ready to walk away. But as i began to turn she clung to my arm and sobbed more. "Alright once, just this once. She looked at me , smiled and went into the bedroom. I went into the garage as planned. Cali is forty, has a terrific rack which she likes to show off, shapely legs and sexy feet with do me red polish that she likes to use to turn me on. After thinking about that sly smile she gave me, I went into the back yard. I had a perfect view of our living room through the partially opened. She had a big late 80’s Cadillac and I would always sit in the back by myself. While driving to school that day I got a boner for no reason (only guys can understand that) and I started to panic that it wasn’t going to go away before we got there. I quickly grabbed my backpack and set up a barrier between my crotch and my neighbor’s mom just in case she turned around. I unzipped my fly and pulled my cock out and began to quickly tug on it. I had been masturbating for about a year now and I was. He fought the panicked urge to rush Michelle back through the green door and insist she get dressed. The only thing that stopped him was seeing how her other hand traced circles over her bare leg and hip. Her eyes darted from side to side, but she breathed the night air like it was perfume. They walked, side by side, towards the middle of the parking lot, and she matched his pace with every step, walking on her toes across the asphalt as if she wore invisible high heels. Crickets chirped loudly.