Last year I took lessons, and it really helped." Yeah, well, my mother didn't like the tutor, so I'm stuck for now. He'll probably help me find a clas...sical teacher though. That's better than nothing." That's too bad. The teacher I had was really good. He taught me the basics of blues and improv." Just the basics? Aren't you still taking lessons?" Once you have the basics, there isn't really any way to teach improv. You have to practice. I have a tape that I play and practice by playing along. " I was getting very nervous. Where was he going with this? "Most of these men looked to be about my age, which leads me to believe that you like older men." He said, starring at me with intense eyes. I was growing less nervous and more curious as he went on. "I,,, I was wondering... Look, my wife has been at her mothers visiting for over a week now. And I haven't cum in over two weeks...." "You want me to suck your cock?" I interrupted him. He looked shocked for a moment and then nodded his. ”Pause... “We’ll be home in 10 minutes and know for sure soon after that.”Pause... “Yep, I’ll give you a call soon after getting home or sometime in the morning, depending.”Pause... “Ok, talk to you soon.”He put the phone away and took my hand, giving it a squeeze and smiling at me briefly before watching the road. The next ten minute drive home seemed to drag on.We finally pull through the gate and up the long circle drive, then parked near the steps to the front door. We walk up the steps,. He took the hint, and everything went as well as could be expected after that.After a couple of miles of bouncing and swinging side to side, I started to feel kind of crazy in my stomach department. My head started to swim around, and I had to strain not to throw up what I had eaten for breakfast. Dammit, if I would of had any choice in the matter, I would of had the driver stop and put me out of the coach. As it was, I abandoned the coach at the first relay station and swore that I would never.