“Susan be reasonable, you know this marriage has failed. Let’s try to exit this as friends,” he said as softly as he could.“But I can’t give...you up. You’re the only man who ever loved me for who I am. Not because I was beautiful, you loved me for me.”“I’m sorry. I’ve tried, but I can’t go on this way.”“But I’ll change. You’ll see things will change,” she said between sobs.“Please understand, I’m trying to do what’s best for both of us,” he said as he put his arms around her. She was shaking,. I don't know why I thought I could get away with that. You are very sweet, and you handled the whole thing very professionally. I am lucky that you are the Director now.” Tom invited her in, asking if she would like a cup of coffee. She said yes, even though she didn't drink coffee. She was still confused about the whole experience, she realized. He led her into the kitchen and she sat at the table while he poured coffee for both of them. Tom and Kara chatted about her previous camping. More passionate kisses and Larry's hand was in her dress, his fingers rolling one of her nipples. Her hand fell to his hard cock and she began to rub it. She unzipped him and took out his cock and started stroking it as his hand went up her dress and began to work its way into her panties."God," she thought, "it's going to happen and Tom isn't here to see it."The thought was like a dash of ice cold water thrown in her face. "No - I can't do this" she cried as she got up and fled the room. In. Some guys like being whores, nothing wrong with that, but there are plenty of places where being a queer and/or a whore is fucking OK, like over in Manhattan or up in Boston on Beacon Hill. It was only a matter of time before I 'm out of here. I sure as hell not going to be giving out blow jobs to the assholes around here.Amazing, that only onetime was all it took for me to know I liked having sex with other guys. After that first time, when Kenny sucked my cock, I couldn't stop thinking.