You may be the same type of guy … married, but just not getting enough sex at home to make it interesting. There are plenty of guys out there like t...at, thankfully. Well, yesterday, I replied to an ad on CL from a married guy that was alone for the day as his wife was out shopping. He was 60, and wanting to jack off with another guy. That fit my bill perfectly. No pressure there. Just go over, get undressed, rub on my cock a little, then rub on his, shoot a load, and then leave. That is what. Over the meal, Crissy had started to tell Zack about her feelings, but her worst fears had been confirmed. He had shut her down. He was ‘still hoping to get back with Karen’. It was ‘too weird’, she was ‘like a sister’. He’d stopped thinking of her ‘that way’. She had been fighting back tears as they stopped for gas, and Zack went to get a Dew. Despairingly wishing she’d pursued him when they’d first met. Then, the car had gone through its changes. And then he’d pointed the remote at her… . I licked and sucked his massive dick until he was ready to come. I stopped before he came and walked over to the sinks. I leaned over them and pushed my ass out for him to see. He let out a moan and walked over to me. He rubbed my ass with his hands and then his cock. As his cock was rubbing between my ass cheeks, he leaned over me and whispered in my ear, "I am going to fuck you so hard. I hope you like it a little bit rough." I told him that. I love it a bit rough and he just smiled. With one. I was thinking of a closeup, for example, of your navel as someone poured some runny honey into it.”“Kinky! I like it, haha. Just my navel or other places?”“Other places, yes, but not the places you don’t want, no.”“Okay. Messy, but okay.”“Er, there’s a little more to the idea.”“There is? What more kinky shit you been cooking up now?” Lia teased as she sipped water, beer not being the best drink to accompany qulfi.“Sprinkles.”Lia sniggered. “Really?”“Really. Sprinkles over the honey, maybe even.