At the moment I didn’t realize that I had grabbed a bisexual film called “Switch Hitters”. Well when I got back to my room and start...ed watching it, I saw my first man on man porn and I was intrigued. So intrigued in fact that I watched it over and over most of the night(did I mention that I had a few drinks in me too). Later that evening being a bit tipsy I decided to see what it felt like to get penetrated so I had a hammer in my room, so I covered it with a condom and got. "On one condition," he said. "If you let me buy you a drink tomorrow after work I'll forget I even recognized you."I felt my cheeks reddening. Incredibly, this man, obviously some years younger than I was, was hitting on me! I stammered an acceptance, feeling what had become an unfamiliar heat spreading through my lower belly. He smiled and slipped the book back into the bag. Winking, he turned away and punched the elevator button. As I opened the door to leave I heard him begin whistling. __________ Sunday About me: It was raining when I woke up Sunday morning. Hope called just before noon. The first thing she said was, "Now it's your turn to tell me what you look like. I just hope you look as kind and gentle as you sound." "Okay, I'm fifty and I look like it. I've spent a lot of years in the sun. I used to work hard and was in pretty good shape then. For the last ten years I've had to slack off. I'm pretty average now, in every way I can think. Joe referred to my breasts as tits and even my pubic mound as my bush and my vagina as pussy. But he was my husband of nearly 15 years. He had the right to be a little crude. But this man... none. But, as I stood there exposed to his lustful glare and heard him speak his crude and descriptive language, a tingling that had begun earlier was now a fire. A small one but nonetheless, a fire in my loins."You look very good in red Mrs. Benton," he said smilingly.I wondered what he meant. I was.