Fucking the Mechanic

A few days after I fucked those black guys, there was a mechanic named Edir. He was average, white, thin, and a great mechanic. Every time he passed, Edir would look at me a little differently, as if he desired me. He was single and lived alone. He was 49, and as you know, I was 16.One day, Edir bought a pool table and invited me to play. He said,"Come with those red shorts I love to see you in."