"That was a fact not lost on Brock, either. His schedule had not permitted a visit to San Diego, but if he were honest, he could have made the time at...least once."I haven't been down to see you either," he finally admitted.Susan laughed humorlessly."You were in San Diego for three days and I gave you 30 minutes of my valuable time," she said. "I can't really blame you for not putting forth the effort again." You were busy," Brock replied."I was angry with you," Susan rejoined. "I didn't know. I don't have a steady woman and having my sister in the house kinda cooled the Fuck Buddy's I do have. Last Tuesday, she was out shopping and I got home before she did. I was feeling kind of horny and decided to take matters into my own hands. I stripped down and lay down on the bed and was taking a good long time stroking my tool. I had the lotion out and was replaying a few moments from the Spank Bank back in my mind.I am so used to living alone, I guess I lost track of my surroundings. It was a jones of the highest order.There is a term or someone like me. Some use it as a derogatory term, but I have always considered it a badge of honor. That term is "Dirty Old Man" and I have been a Dirty Old Man since I was eleven years old. As with most Dirty Old Men my love for the ladies manifested itself in the way I looked at them; openly and completely above board. No sneaky peeks or surreptitious glances for me, I looked and I appreciated and I didn't hide it one little bit.The. In fact, I would have settled for almost any clean cock in my mouth. After most of my life being just into women I couldn't even really explain why I was so horny for it. The thought of this stranger's cum pumping into my mouth as his cock pulsed and his balls contracted was irresistible. Enough to make me willing to go down on him in a Half Price Books parking lot at 830 PM where we now were.His cock started soft in my mouth and hardened as I sucked. Now it was rigid as a board, his round head.