I wasn’t gay, this was just sex, just an exploration. “He’s pretty good. Are you sure he’s never sucked cock before?” “You’re right. He�...��s doing a pretty good job but I think I’ll give him a hand,” said Sarah. And she dove in and started licking his balls. I started sucking faster trying to fit more of him into my mouth. I was proud of myself for at least getting half of him in. James then said “not bad, with practice you’ll turn into a great cocksucker like your wife. Here why don’t you try. ’ She said, reaching for his hand that she gripped tightly as the tears ran down her face. ‘Don’t leave me… Please don’t leave me.’ ~~~~~ The air was cold, moistened with the approaching storm, as the tall, lanky, blonde haired Russian stood alone on the loading dock. Everything about the evening felt bad. The shit storm was only just beginning, he mused to himself. What had begun as a night of fun and excitement on a rare night off on the Boss’s birthday devolved into a night of tension, of. I had no objection to him masturbating for me I actually felt quite aroused about a man doing that whilst I watched.I wondered why a gay man was trying to explore a comfortable tentative approach to female relative in such an overtly sexual way but knew that he had identified himself as gay to parents and other relatives from his early teens.He wrote several more letters telling me how she was literally the only woman he had erections about and how curious he was about her body. I replied each. Knock Knock“Mr. Taylor?”“Yes, Ma’am.”“Won’t you come in ... I just poured coffee.” I stuck out my hand, “Karen Post.”He shook, took off his hat and slapped dust from his jeans.He came in ... sat down at the table ... took up his cup and made an exploratory sip. His face brightened.“What did you put in this?”“Fresh ground coffee.”“Tastes like chocolate ... sweet chocolate. Sugar?”“Just Coffee.”This is very good,” he said. “You gotta tell my wife how you make coffee.”“Driveway.”“I’m betting the.