I wasn't sure it would still be good, you change phones a lot." Jerry said."Yes I will probably change it again soon. So what can I do for you hon?" I... asked."This time I might can do something for you. There is a guy here who has a storage unit for sale. I delivered him a piece of farm machinery and he wants to give it to me for the delivery. I was wondering if you wanted another one?" Jerry asked."How much Jerry?" I asked him. He decided he wanted to gee and haw around, but I didn't, so I. But I kept on persuading her like the day before. But with a lit bit hesitation she agreed again, but this time she asked me to fuck only with a condom. For which I agreed.I went home and took the condom which I was preserving for days just to fuck her. Then it started, this time I didn’t cum early. And she was impressed with that. She started giving me handjob, then started sucking the tip of my cock.Boy, she was such an expert in giving blowjobs. She pressed the tip of my cock and sucked my. Also well established was my reputation as Mr. Nice Guy. My parents had hammered at good manners and proper behavior and so my social comportment was perfect. What wasn't apparent were a few other things that they taught me, but more on that later. I dated a lot in high school, but I was still a virgin when I graduated - it was part of the 'nice guy' thing. Whether it was kissing or copping a feel if the girl said no that was the end of it - I stopped. I know that in a lot of cases it was just. “What do we do now?” Ruth asked, “Should we invite them to our place? Or if they ask us to theirs, are we going?”“Do you want to?” I asked, “I usually wait for the third date before sleeping with a guy.”“Oh, RIGHT; third date, I read that somewhere. But the guys are from out of town, they’re leaving Tuesday. This is all new to me, Gerri.”“Do you want to?” I asked. “They’re nice guys but really, we just met them and they’re both really old for us.”“I feel like I need it, do you know what I.