Around noonish, Sam texted me, it was my picture from the morning of me in doggie position wearing my girlfriends panties.I felt embarrassed cuz the p...icture wasn't very flatteringI didnt look sexy, just slutty! But I liked that he liked it, and I liked that he was thinking of and looking at my picture... I texted back "would u like me to be in ur bed when u get back?"He replied "no I think I should take a few days to recover from the last 24 hours"I was a bit disappointed but I can't blame him!. “Well, this is awkward,” I deadpan pulling up my shorts. After a pause we simultaneously burst out into uncontrollable laughter, laughing so hard we start to panic, which only makes it seem funnier. We laugh for about eight straight minutes before finally regaining composure.As we drive back to the front of the school to park I notice Tim nervously fiddling with the rabbit’s foot keychain dangling from the ignition.I lower my gaze to his thighs and survey the fine blonde hairs on the tanned. Finally, he asks, “Who are you?”“Oliver Stone,” you answer. “And no, not the director.”“Are you Zoe’s ... father?” He pauses long enough that you wonder how many other possible questions crossed his mind: husband, maybe. Grandfather, possibly. Twice you’ve been asked if you were a pimp.“I’m her uncle, more or less,” you answer by rote. “I work for Gibraltar Security. I’m here to talk to you, Charlie.”He blinks a few times, “Wait. Zoe is one of those Stones?”You nod. It’s not an unreasonably. Looked around and no one was coming in or out of the parking garage. Thought about adjusting my mirrors to have my own back but said "fuck it" out loud, unbuttoned my shorts, slipped them down my hips just enough to see my tan line and touched my already begging clit. As I pictured this dream of a man having his way with me like I was his little fuck toy in the middle of that tiny bar I went on to slide a finger into my soaking wet pussy and slide it in and out a few times. I looked up because.