After finishing my lunch, I walked over to my neighbor’s house. Her name was Lydia. She was probably about 40 years old or so, and her house was a...out twice as big as mine, with a pool and hot tub in her back yard. I rang the doorbell and waited. Lydia answered the door and said “Oh hello Michael! How are you?”“Fine,” I replied, “And yourself?”“Oh I’m doing just fine as always! What can I do for you sir?” she said giggling afterwards in the most annoying way I could possibly think of. I. I suppose that experience even made me more determined to prove another man's cock could be a gentle and pleasurable thing and not the brutal and terrible thing it had been then.I've always considered myself straight, as straight as a man who has sucked cock can be I suppose, and I've never fancied men but the further into my teens I got the more the thought of sucking another man's cock intrigued me. Probably the definition of bi-curious. It started off watching porn and seeing the penis being. You have a great ass," I told her. She was always self conscious about it. I loved the sight of her in nothing but her panties. She pulled my pants down, and took of my boxers. I moved down from her tits, and moved to hot pussy. I moved my hand under her panties, and began to finger her. "Unnghh, yeah, that feels good. Don't stop." She wiggled under my touch. I inserted another finger inside her and she squirmed more. "YES! That feels so good. Keep fingering my pussy." I. I know that you have my best interests at heart." "Then what is it?" "I'm sorry I...disappointed you." she said. Chelsea broke down at saying that. She put her face in her hands and sobbed uncontrollably, her whole body shaking as she cried. He watched her, knowing that she meant ever word of it. She had made a mistake and she knew it. She was indeed sorry, that much was obvious. He thought about what to do for several moments while she cried in front of him. Then an idea came to him. "Are you.