Wow, I dreamt about the day that we’d sleep in the same bed. If only I knew it would have been that easy. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to touch h...im so much. But I knew if I’d start I wouldn’t stop, he’d wake up and would freak, probably worst than my ex did. I carefully let go of his hand, and tried to go over him, but I miscalculated hoping that my knee would reach the bed behind him, I didn’t realize he was fully on the edge, so I dropped on him, with my whole body weight, and freaked out.. Needless to say I arrived back at the bitch's house, she had her robe on and a stern look on her face.What do you want of me I asked, she said I want to fuck you faggot breath, I said can't we work this out some other way, no faggot she screamed I want your ass! There has to be another way, oh nooo faggot I want your body, your mouth, your dick, your manhole.Either give me what I want or I call my daughter now and tell her the story I have made up.Please some other way, please! With that she. No sneaky peeks or surreptitious glances for me, I looked and I appreciated and I didn't hide it one little bit.The other thing I had in common with most Dirty Old Men was that I was a terrible flirt. I complimented the ladies on their looks; I made 'soft' passes at them and jokingly asked them to abandon their husbands, fiancés and boyfriends and take up with me. I remembered their birthdays and on Valentine's Day and Sweetest Day I gave them cards, flowers and candy - all of them! There were. Cam was now also able to pick him up without physical contact, so we could all three chat even from different parts of the suite. The connection wasn't nearly as strong, as I'd discovered for myself, so serious or extended discussions usually found us grouped together on the couch; but for casual conversation distance was no longer an obstacle.Most of our talk focused on the human world, of course. It was, after all, where we were, learning as much as he could about it was Asmedogh's purpose in.