’ On the back was written, with what I would come to know is characteristic decisiveness, ‘Timing is everything. I’m changing plans.’ That fir...t month was perfect. I have never forgotten her, but Julie had been dead long enough, Lynn’s divorce had been over long enough. Everything was new, even sex itself. After we collected her luggage, it took almost an hour to reach my house in Tiburon. Neither of us felt the need to talk much inthe car. We kissed for the first time when I opened the door. What I did not know is that Emma had told Becky I was bisexual and so was Marc but again shewhispered to me that she now knew and could not wait to see what may happen later.With that me and Marc went to the bedroom to put on our lingerie and as Marc lowered his briefs Icould not help but look at his cock and him at mine. Before I knew what we were doing we were stoodslowly wanking each other off. He had a lovely thick 7 inches that I knew I could deep throat if hewanted me to. I complemented. This is how I always imagined my first time, the man was to be older and a p**o wanting a girl and I was to be that girl, doing his bidding, helpless and malleable, and the cock was to be huge, I mean, from being a virgin with a small hole, to being made into a woman with a boner like a babies arm holding an apple, that was the loss I wanted to suffer, pain before the pleasure, an experience to carry me through the rest of my fucking life, I just did not want my hymen nailed to his headboard, I. You said there were an indoor swimming pool, a steam room and a fully equipped gym?”“Yes.”“Could we see them?”We went on the guided tour of a lower level. “And there’s parking and storage?”“Yes.”“OK. I like the place. I could walk to my office...”“Your office?” he interrupted.“Oh, you don’t know.” I took out a card. “I’m the director of the Australian Museum. Just the other side of the park.” [The card says: “Gordon Hollister, Ph.D, D.S.M” -- people are always impressed.]“Oh, Dr. Hollister, I’d.