Besch?mt stand ich da. "H?nde auf den R?cken", kommandierte sie. Dannentfernte sie das Gl?ckchen, nicht ohne jedoch meine Hoden etwas zubetasten und s...anft zu kneten. Ich atmete schneller. Sie l?chelte undh?rte auf. "Bring meine Nylons. Ich h?tte heute gerne bronzefarbene."Nach einer Weile suchen fand ich die richtige Kommode und ?ffnete dieoberste Lade. Dutzende Paare von Nylonstr?mpfen lagen dort feins?uberlich nach Farben und Formen sortiert. Ich w?hlte eine Schachtel ausund ?berreichte diese. Me, jokingly: So don't knock gay sex unless you try it, lol.As I said this, I slapped his knee playingly and our eyes locked, both thinking the same thing. I let my hand linger on his knee for a second longer than normal, and saw the buldge in his gym shorts begin to pulse. Through the haze of whisky and my bi-curiousness, I cleared my throat and spit out the following.Me: So, um, since neither of us have gotten laid in weeks, being away from our wives, would you like a blow job?Ken, with a. Kate had been single for almost 2 years since her divorce. Her friends had told her that she needed to get over her past and meet people, but she had trouble doing that. Kate never liked going to night clubs, even when she had been married. They were always too smoky, had too many drunks and the only people who really went there were only looking for one thing. That went for both men & women. Of course she didn’t have the luck she heard about other people having…you know, meeting someone while. By the time he reached his office it would be the beginning of a new day and he dreaded the onslaught of clients and phone calls. There would be the meetings and endless cups of coffee to keep him going. The rat race at its very finest was looming in front of him. Overwhelmed and frustrated, Tom pulled over to the side of the road and stopped the car. He was confused. He didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t just leave his old world. His children needed him. There was college tuition, clients who.