But, I kept going to Bruce even though I was no longer active sexually.One day, Bruce asked me if I was gay."I mean to say," he stammered quickly, "th...at you're one of my few male clients and I know that the others are sex workers. You don't really fit the bill of a sex worker, so I'm just wondering why you're getting regular waxing."I laughed. "I'm not like 'gay-gay'," I tried to explain poorly. "I was messing around with a guy when I was married and he liked me without body hair, so that's why. Once he was deep inside of me, I sat and allowed my pussy to adjust to his size while he reached into my shirt and played with my tits some more. After about a minute or so, I began to slowly raise and lower myself on his cock as he held me by the hips, guiding me. We took our time and went at it slowly for a few minutes before I began increasing my pace. Tom reached around and squeezed my ass cheeks as I bounced harder and harder on his cock. I worked my pussy and bounced on his cock for a few. We must of talked for hours when I noticed that we where pulling into the station where I had begun my journey. Outside of the bus I plucked up enough courage to ask Holly if she wanted to go and get a drink with me and maybe something to eat, she said that she would love to and off we went to a bar.Three hours later and two and a half bottles of wine later I was taking Holly back to her hotel which was just a nice walk away, holly then grabbed my hand so I moved closer and but my arm around. She squeezed his cock again — it was larger than she'd expected, and felt beautifully gristly in her hand, and then — it happened.His body jerked, and he ejaculated explosively in her hand. It was her turn to hold him close, as his semen spurted over her arm and both their bodies, and she gently rubbed his cock, fondling him until the torrent subsided.'Mum — I'm sorry — I didn't mean to — I — I couldn't help it!' he cried.'I know, dear — it's all right — I'm not cross — it's my fault — I.