. I know Dave was probably an ass. I love him too, but he can be pretty tactless sometimes." Too?" asked Bobby innocently."Shut up. This isn't about m...e. It's about you." And Dave," Bobby prompted."Yes," she replied, beginning to get annoyed. She did her best to put those reactions aside. "He was probably an ass when he talked to you about playing ball again. But I'm sure he had your best interest at heart. You have to know that... don't you?" Yeah," he replied reluctantly after a long pause. "I. I didn't get stitches and you can feel how smooth and bald the scar is. I'll fill you in later with what I'm hoping to stick out - if you're very lucky." She harrumphed my comment and looked, stone-faced, up at my groin as she fondled my scar at my obvious invitation that countered her subtle one. Her touch made my upper slacks surge."Well, don't plan on getting too lucky tonight. I'm not especially shy, or afraid of, uhh, being filled in, but other things excite me more." I wondered what that. I could feel it all over my lips and dripping down my cheek. He made me his whore and I loved every second of it. The next time he came over I met him at the door buck naked, vulnerable and ready for him to take me. He ran his hands all over my bare, vulnerable flesh and then we went into the bedroom. He gently pushed me to the floor underneath an office desk I have in there, took out his dick as he sat on top of me, and proceeded to **** my mouth as I laid there. Then he picked me up by my. The making out, rubbing and ass slapping had to come to an end because I had to get home to my wife at some point, so I gently pushed him down and said "It's time for you to get me off". That was all it took to get him back between my legs with mouth going at the perfect speed and suction on my cock. He already knew I liked my balls licked so he alternated with some of that and I was moaning and writhing around like I don't know if I ever had a cocksucker so hungry for my old cock. (I do know.