What does a woman do when she can't put on her owndamned clothes? Is this normal or was I just being an idiot? I draped abig football jersey over eve...rything, grabbed the dress and headed upstairsin my stocking feet.Tom was in the living room, done with the yard, just coming out of thekitchen with his wet shirt clutched in one fist. He has what they call a'farmer tan,' deep brown arms and neck with pale white underneath hisshirt. But there's no denying his fitness. There were lines and. On arrival at the same toilets there were some older men 50 to 60 I would say, standing waiting on a cubicle. I noticed they were eyeing me up, but absolute silence. There is no doubt they were dirty old men with filthy thoughts about this young teenager. I got into a cubicle and shortly I was wanking my cock. I looked through the glory-hole and a man was wanking also. God this was sexually exciting for me. Never did this in my short life before. Next a note was passed through written on toilet. . I'm sure I can think of a few things to please me"The conversation continued in the same direction for probably another hour or so. The wines continued to flow & the mood was becoming more & more flirtatious. Her mum had now moved on to the same sofa as me & kept making subtle gestures & touches to my thighs & chest. She was explaining how she had hoped to go home with the fella from the date as she hadn't gotten laid in over a month & was ridiculously horny. I couldn't believe the. Teacher sent me here to you. She saidyou'd know just what to do with me."He slowly skulked forward, unable to take his eyes off my body. "Isthat so? Well, I think I know exactly what needs to be done with anaughty girl like you." Oh gee, what are you going to do?" I cooed as I put one fingerdaintily into my mouth.He reached for his trousers and began to unbuckle his belt. Getting agood look at his crotch, I could tell that part one of my plan wasfirmly in action. I just needed to keep him going.