It didn’t take long for him to cum and a felt his sticky jizz all over my hand. He didn’t bother to continue with mine and he just rolled over and...went to sleep.The next time I explored anything that was gay was a few years back. I was in Amsterdam on a trip for a few days by myself. I’d been a number of times before so knew the city pretty well and I loved the red light district and the atmosphere around it, even though it was a bit seedy. This was my first time alone though so I was dead set. He immediately decided he wasn’t shaving today. Rejoicing in his decision making process. Another benefit of the divorce, the sound of any criticisms ceased when she moved out. In his over 50 years of life, he had always thought of himself as being his own man. Not a tough guy or anything, far from it. But slowly, over the years, he felt his self esteem melt away. Looking back, he couldn’t point to any specific action or incident that would enable him to say to himself, that’s where. I do like being her dairy man. I was amazed at how each woman's milk tasted different. I have had the joy of trying twelve different samples in my life and all had subtle differences. I love Cynthia's milk best.Cynthia and I lay down and snuggled. Snuggling led to kissing. Kissing led to milking. And milking lead to you know. We had three glorious sessions of love making.We were snuggling again when Cynthia asked, "How are we going to do this when we are at zero gravity? I know you have felt. He smiled, turned toward me and said “’72, just finished her up last month. New like they come from Detroit.” We bantered back and forth as gas flowed and he seemed to really warm up to me. We talked about destinations and then both pumps clicked “done.” We got our receipts and as he slid in to his car I said “have a safe trip.” He tipped the brim of his hat and said the same. When I sat down in my car and checked my rear view mirror I realized I had my black rainbow hat on and thought “made.”.