He sat on the sofa and I sat next to him. We talked for sometime. I learnt that he was 35, married and had 2 k**s. His attraction towards men came dur...ng his college gym days. After sometime, I said I will take a shower (though I had already taken a shower). I picked up a towel and slowly took my clothes off in front of him. I was doing a striptease for him. He was looking at me with an eager smile. I wrapped the towel around and stepped in to the bathroom and closed the door. But I. My cock bobbed under its own weight, and she was now face-to-face with eight inches of thick man-meat. I couldn’t tell if her wide eyes were a sign of amazement or admiration, but I was willing to accept either. Grasping the shaft just under the head, she held it still as she lapped up the pre-cum that had been dribbling out. Looking up, she said, “I was going to give you a blow job, but I don’t think that I can get this in my mouth. How about if I jack you off onto my tits?” I was a little. To repay you for your kindness, I would like to cook dinner for you." "Oh, that is not necessary. I was glad to be here for you." In my mind, a home cooked meal would be great. I would not have to eat my own cooking or fast food. It would be a great change of pace from my usual routine. Donna said, "No, I really want to cook a dinner for you. What would you like to eat?" "Okay, meat loaf with vegetables, but no potatoes. Green beans, carrots, peas, corn, or anything else would be great. Just. Kay is in wonderland. She has now ceases wanking him and is admiring her work.“Oh fuck, you’re massive, Alf.”She pulls herself closer in to him, measuring her forearm against his manhood, her arm loses, Alf’s dick is longer and thicker, a bead of pre-cum now glistening like a dew drop at the apex of his helmet.Kay sticks out her tongue and delicately scoops of the liquid from his tip swallowing it down. “Hmm nice, real nice, Alf. How about I suck that lovely cock of yours?”No need for an answer.