The story begins with two teenage boys, Ryan and Shawn, both 17, and Best Friends. Ryan was tallish, 58, brown hair, tan, and somewhat muscular. I was...shorter, 56, blonde hair, blue eyes, somewhat tan, and somewhat muscular. Ryan and I had been best friends since we were 11, we shared everything. We did almost everything together. You could not find two closer friends. One thing we never talked about was sex. Not just as in with each other, but in general. We were both raised to be clean, we. The American shrugged. "We can spot you a gallon or two, that'll get you home, right?"I protested, but they ignored me and we wheeled my cycle to the gas station."I'm Honda, he's Joey." Tak." I said."Please to meet you, Tak." No honorific but I wasn't surprised. The American wasn't the polite sort. He shook his head as I pumped one gallon of gas. "Seriously, this thing should be put out of its misery." He mimed shooting it."It's the only transportation I own." I answered, which was technically. Phil then started rubbing my tits and guided me backwards through the door opening down to the van floor.We kept kissing and he had opened my shirt and was fondling my tits and sucking my nipples. We broke it off, then he helped me up to the bench seat and took my shirt off and I helped him with his shirt. He leaned me back and laid on top of me and started humping me. We both still had our jeans on. After a few minutes he stood up and I reached out and felt his hard cock through his jeans. Boy. Darcy had married her lover, who was a senior official at the same bank, where she worked. It was already 3 years but she had no k**s, though everybody in the family knew that she and her husband had been trying to have c***dren of their own. Seeing Darcy, I could tell, she was in stress and it was taking a toll on her body. She had the proverbial weight of the world on her shoulders and looked older than her age of touching 30. After couple of rounds of whisky in coke, we discussed many a.