We had wine with dinner. After dinner we headed over to the County Line. Just a note about the County Line. This is where I had been hanging out since... the separation. It was a fun place and I had made some new friends there. We were having a great time. Dancing close, grinding, my hands were roaming and she was not protesting. In fact she was really working it. She was also getting pretty drunk. She also took note that several ladies spoke to me during the evening. We headed home around 11pm. ? My words didn?t even seem to faze him as heordered me to unbutton and unzip his pants to free his cock.? I stayed kneeled in front of him staringdirectly at his half-erect dick knowing what he wanted but not being able tomake myself do it.? He must have noticedmy resistance because he jerked my head back and slammed it into the table thatheld the remaining lines of cocaine.? Heyelled, ?Go ahead. Get a little of it on your tongue, maybe then you?ll be moreeager to suck this cock.? Fucking. Just help me out with my pant.” I gave her the t-shirt and as she wore it, I took the pant, she raised her legs pointing it at me and I inserted her feet into it and pulled it upto her thighs. She then slowly got up, held my shoulder with one hand and raised her pant over her waist. She then turned at me and with a tired smile kissed me for the last time. That was a very soft kiss as she just stuck her lips over mine and gently sucked both my upper and lower lips once.She then said “Bye. Take. Goodness knows what they thought of me! I didn’t exactly tell them I was gay and I’m not generally considered “camp” in appearance or behaviour but anyone with reasonable powers of deduction should have been able to work it out from some of the things I said in my conversations with them. Whatever, it didn’t seem to alter our essentially amiable co-existence in the same building.One night, I was watching TV on my own, as usual. It was gone midnight when the doorbell rang and as I went to the.