" We'll make many more memories, just like this one," I promised.We lay together, exchanging an occasional kiss. Ashley noticed that I made no move to...go again and giggled. "You don't want to fuck me again?" she asked.I groaned and rolled over, pulling her on top of me. "I do," I said as I reached up to caress her breasts. "But I heard that it tends to hurt a bit the first time. Besides, we'll have many chances to do it. I don't know how many times I'll get to cuddle naked with you after a. I found the fastenings to her uniform pants and began releasing them only to find that she wore street pants underneath. Suddenly the walkie-talkie phone she carried began to ring. With an exaggerated slurp on my prick she released me, mere seconds from orgasm.“Like I told you, Keith, I may have to go at a bad time,” she said by way of apology. I nodded in understanding. “Don’t you dare touch that until I get back,” she said thumping my erection with a finger, “I like finishing a job I. Why don’t you stop by for lunch Sunday? We can watch a ball game or something afterward.’ Jason smiled knowingly to himself. ‘That sounds great. What time? Noon?’ ‘Make it eleven. I usually skip breakfast before I go to church.’ Leslie was never a particularly religious person, but since Charles’ death, she made it a point to attend as regularly as possible. Somehow, she felt that if she was in church, perhaps she could get closer to her husband’s spirit. Sometimes she needed that comfort.. After a few moments of awkward silence she says she understands, and ask what we should do. Overwhelmed with emotion, I tell I tell her not sure. She then suggest maybe we go to our local Gay Bar, and "scout" some potential. Not being a fan of the Gay Bar "scene" I reluctantly agree because Im happy she is at least trying to understand.We show up around 11pm and there is a drag show competition going on. I sit at the quietly and antisocial drinking a beer at the bar, while she starts becoming a.