She had a mad teenage crush on the single Dad next door, her own father’s golfing buddy, and she had already tried all the subtle tricks she knew, to no avail.
Her house was empty for a few hours, so she shot this photo and sent it in a text to him, after stealing his number from her Dad’s cell.
The text with the picture read, “Hi, Steve. Saw you come home. Need some lotion applied. Can you help?”
She couldn’t wait to have this older man, almost the same age as her Dad, fuck her brains out all over the house. Every day, she prayed.