That day since it was closing time I told the peon to not allow any more customers and sat with her in the inner room chatting so that customers saw t...he counter empty. While chatting she kept rubbing her thighs to mine. This gave me a hardon and I placed my hand on her thighs and played with it. Then as we had to close up we got up and she kissed me. My hands went and caught her tight and played with her tits over her clothes. This was the start of our love life. One day she said that her. What was especially cool was that Mike was very heavily into the Church but had no problem with me being gay.As time went by we hung out quite a bit enjoying each other's company, going to the pub and generally put the world to rights. Mike was curious about being gay and I explained terminology like bottom and top; I also talked about how my partner and I had threesomes, and described some of the things we'd gotten up to. He seemed shocked but interested.Mike's wife was visiting her family who. Pushing open the heavy back door, she sees Doug dozing in front of a blazing wood heater, his thin legs stretching out towards the fire while classical music from the radio plays softly. Tiptoeing in her warm sheepskin slippers, Emily is soon at the old man’s side. The fly of his pyjamas gapes open shockingly to reveal a tiny penis curled in a thick nest of rough grey hair. The coldness of the little worm jolts Emily as she steps over to stand astride Doug’s legs then lower her bare warm. It wasn’t just in her eyes, which were dark and watery and blazing with pain, but in her face and hands and everything else. It was bad enough that she’d been married to someone who’d put her through all that, but the fact that she had no one to pull her out of it was somehow worse. ‘Don’t give me that shit!’ I snarled at her, feeling rage pumping through my veins at her and him and everything else. ‘I’m not the only big brother you’ve got. You could have gone to Sean at anytime. Don’t put this.