I told him that I wanted to be very comfortable with my first encounter; I did not want a quickie in a car or some bathroom, explaining how I wanted t...o be able to be totally at ease and give the encounter a decent chance. Andy was in total agreement and we decided to make a date for that night. We were to meet at his place for dinner. I took his address and noticed that it was in an upmarket suburb. We sat a little while longer and when it was time for me to leave for the interview, we walked. I went into my bathroom did the morning rituals. As I soaped myself up in the shower I got a huge hardon. Remembering the sex I'd had. Images of a beautiful bald pussy stretched around a thick hard cock. A pussy I'd put my mouth onto and then emptied my cum into. There was no rush to do anything. No parental pressure to perform weekend chores. After I dried off I went back to my bed. I lay down and started to stroke myself. Remembering how Lucy had heightened the sexual arousal with her finger,. The overriding response to my First Wife story was, oh yes I remember doing that when I was young. I played strip poker with my sister or the girl next door or I tried to have sex in my mini. One even said he had his hair cut by his sister when she was topless. A few have asked me to expand on these memories but in truth there's not a lot more I can say, but here goes.After the incident at her mother's house where I saw J my then girlfriend being fondled by Tony her brother, I wanted to catch. “I wish we hadn’t asked Peter to stay. I’d love to fuck you right now!!!” I say as I grab your sexy ass.I leave to get something out of the car and you walk into Peter’s room. As you open the door you see him laying on the bed, stroking his big hard cock. You stop in your tracks, staring for a second “ohhhh, I’m sorry” watching him going bright red as you watch his hand. You rush out of the room, both of you embarrassed at the situation.You spend the rest of the day thinking of the image.