"Do you remember that badass your daddy told you that you would meet some day? Well I'm him. Your life doesn't mean shit to me, and your fleabag motel...means even less. So unless you want to wear the results of an ass whipping for a few weeks, keep your smart mouth shut." tossing him back into his chair, I took my key and left to find my shithole of a room without exchanging any more pleasantries.I hate it when assholes push people because they think they won't be held accountable. The old man. "Now you're here and I find myself enjoying the company." My pleasure. What's next on the agenda?" he asked, rising and gathering their dishes. She walked with him to the sink and together they washed, dried and put away the plates, cups, and utensils"Many, many things," she said and looped her arm through his.She looked up at him and promised not to run him into the ground his first day. He grinned, but felt something stirring inside as she walked beside him. When they separated to move. He didn't push on me, he caressed me. I loved it. Now I was on my knees and we had moved behind the huge tree we were next to, so that we were out of view for most anyone in the woods.He pulled me up, kissed me, and then went toward my cock. He took it out, and stroked it to hardness, and looked into my eyes, and then he bent down and started to swirl his tongue around my head, and licked it like a ice cream cone that was melting in the heat.With the setting, the breeze, the smells and the. ”“I am not sure I want to give up men just yet, but yes I will make the most of it. Thank you for being my first Helene.”“My pleasure Michelle.”After Helene told me what happened, we made love before falling asleep.Another big day was in store on Saturday.I left to go to Emily’s place just after midday. She didn’t know that I was planning to take her to a swingers club that night so I wanted time alone with her first so that out first fuck was in private.Emily looked gorgeous. She was a little.