Actually, it was the profile picture that accompanied it that truly caught my eye. The woman in the picture was beautiful. Breathtaking. My heart star...ted to race as I clicked on it. A quick study of her profile page confirmed my suspicions. She was a knockout. Part of me was reticent, because I was afraid the images I now saw had nothing to do with the woman who had created the profile. But if by some bizarre stroke of luck, the woman behind the profile was the same as the one in the pictures,. "Carol is the type of woman that you need, John," Greta said quietly. John took Greta's hand again, "Greta, I have to ask you something personal." "I always thought that there was something going on between my father and you." "Was I right?" he asked. Greta started to cry and John put his arm around her shoulders. Greta looked at him; "Your father and I were lovers for years after your mother died." "We had discussed marriage just before they found out that he had cancer." "He wouldn't marry me. He squeezes as I cum, intensifying my orgasm so I yell, "ohhh!". He takes the last of my cum, one last suck on the head, and he looks up at me. He is beautiful, and I love him. I kiss him, deeply and passionately, becoming hard as I do. He feels this and becomes erect again too. I ask him to let me fuck him. He smiles and agrees. "Anything.", he says. I get him to his hands and knees, his pretty, pale, round bottom displayed to me. I run my hands over his cheeks, around to his erect cock, his. Excusing himself a tipsy Sam made his way to the club’s restrooms.“Oops. Looks like I offended someone. I’ll never understand why men have to be so sensitive about not getting laid. Brush it off buddy!” Eva shouted after him.More laughter swept across the crowd. This time at Sam’s expense.Walking into the Bare Laugh’s restroom Sam found that at some point since his last visit the club owner’s had seen fit to mounted a wide screen monitor over the urinals. Presumable so that their patrons could.