At first I got a lot of attention, as happens for new profiles, but all of them were either fantasists, versatile, or pic collectors. After a few week...s I almost gave up, when a simple message appeared.“Faggot: If you are genuine send me your mobile number. If not: fuck off!”I looked at the senders profile. It was minimal, with no pics and few words, but for some reason felt genuine. He’d been on the site for a few years, and had a few validations. I’d always been careful and hesitant before. She started to get out and I said, "Stay."I got out and went to Julie and the Mustang. "All three of you, take the groceries inside and put them away. Then get naked and, Ladies, you will be wearing your tails when I enter the house." They all nodded.I went to the driver's side of the SUV and said, "Open." Gretchen opened the door. "Out." She got out. I said, "Strip completely and come into the house through that door." I pointed to the door on the porch facing the lake."Yes, Sir." Her face. Your tongue slides in my mouth forcing me to open my lips as I slide my hands down your body until I reach your trousers.I slowly start to unbutton your jeans, sliding my hand inside them. I start kissing my way down your neck and over your chest to your nipple which I suck into my mouth and tug with my teeth, I run my right hand over the bulge in your jeans as I move my lips down your stomach.I sit up and slide your jeans down your hard cock springs out, I smile pleasantly surprised by your. I could have lived my life content in her arms. But a little voice in the back of my head told me I was supposed to be trying to do more. Lord but adolescent boys are stupid. On about our fourth 'date' (more of a make out session really), I decided I had to find out where the limits were. I slid my hand from around her waist, up over her shirt to her breast. A sharp "No!" told me all I needed to know about the limits. Frankly, I was relieved.At least I was relieved at first. As Sharon and I.