When I got home and made a cup of noodles, and the depression and loneliness hit. I decided I needed to get fucked. I went to my wardrobe and picked o...t a teeny tiny miniskirt matched it with a spaghetti strapped satin halter. If the lines in my face weren’t signal enough, only a moron wouldn’t see my outfit as a desperate plea for some cock. I did my hair in loose spirals, and did my makeup in lady of the evening fashion. I looked pretty good when I took the time, so I did. I even added. It was to be my first semi-romance. I must have been about 18. I kind of knew what “walk home” meant. I was a teenager who was excited and exploring new feelings, especially after spending the first twelve years of my life growing up on a religious compound, but I was still nervous of course. I also knew that this park was the best known make out spot in town. He was looking at me intently, his handsome face flushed. “I think they are you know…” he said before pausing. “She’s probably giving. “When I did this with Patty, I was worried she might not have any hair. Now…”“Well, you did say I was young, baby.” She leaned down and kissed him. Her surrender to passion had freed her to smile again. Jackson was going to be a wonderful lover, and she adored him. This could be beautiful, caring… and fun. Her son’s strong hand took her hip and turned her so that her tight bottom faced him.“Wow! That is an incredible ass!” He knew she worked hard for that ass, and he loved the way her eyes lit. He watched as she nervously twirled her hair around the index finer of her left hand. She had been nervous meeting him face to face for the first time, since they had known each other for over 3 years. He thought of how this might affect the outcome of the evening."Well, if we are to get there in time, we should get ready to go." David said, glancing at the wall clock. Pointing to the staircase to their left, he added: "There is a bathroom and a shower upstairs if you wish to clean up before we.