I stopped briefly and looked into his room to see a young blonde girl of about 15, naked, legs splayed out, cum oozing from her hairless pussy, seemin...gly asleep. I closed the door and went to the kitchen to see if there was any whiskey left. I made me a strong one, drank it and was just pouring another, when Sam came into the kichen with just his boxers on. "MOM, What are you doing home so early?" there seemed to be a touch of panic in his voice so I decided to play with him some. "Oh I just. He'd scream about her wasting food, no matter that he hadn't called her. No matter that he'd have screamed just as loud if he'd got home from the plant and dinner wasn't on the table.The most she could hope for was that he'd be too drunk to think about it until the morning. She couldn't be lucky enough for him to get so drunk he'd kill himself on the road home.It wasn't much after eight when she heard the car door slam outside. Earlier than she'd expected. Maybe even his "friends" had ditched. The smell began to arousal Brenda along with the idea of doing something like this. She has never entered a strange man's apartment before.Her heart raced as she crept through the apartment. Touching his things, imagining him being there. Working out, getting all sweaty, the thoughts were turning Brinda on. Her pussy was becoming very wet as she found her self lieing across his bed. Breathing in his scent her hand found it's way to her wet mound.She caressed the outside of her jeans giving her. I don't know... sort of burping as I came along." Sounds like fuel trouble to me," said the old man, "Me and my sons run a garage about half a mile away. If you like we can tow you down there and fix it for you." Would you?" she asked, instinctively know that this old man could be trusted, and at the same time somehow hoping that he would hug her like a father and make it all better.He waved across the road to a car with two younger black men in it and one of them pulled across and parked just.