Screwing up all my courage, I pulled the handle and entered the room to find the two older gentlemen that had been there the day before. Missing was t...e young man who had been on his knees sucking cock. “We were starting to wonder if you were going to show,” said the older guy that I had sucked off, and who had fucked me. “Come here, my friend would like you to suck his cock, and do not get on your knees, just bend over,” he said. Both men were already sporting boners. One huge, and the other. I didn’t need to. I didn’t want nor need a permanent companion. I’d date someone for a while and then move on with no regrets on either side. I was taking advantage of my newfound freedom to let my hair down a little. I used my dating to explore new things. If one of my companions was interested in an activity that I knew nothing about, my motto was to try it at least once. I wanted to be open to new possibilities. I discovered a newfound interest in blues and jazz, when one attractive lady. All of a sudden Prudence felt him pulsing inside her. Tongues flicked at her nipples, a finger pushed its way fully into her rectum, but what she felt more than anything was Cleaver’s seed shooting straight up into her belly, a huge flood of the stuff, as if he was determined to impregnate her and breed several mini-Cleaver’s on her. Thank goodness she’d never stopped taking the pill – subconscious hope’s triumph over sad reality.She felt him shift, heard his voice rasp in her ear. “Next time. ‘Well now, that’s something I never expected to hear, John. Sean MacBride died many years ago, but its nice to know that the police also consider him dead and buried and aren’t looking for him any more. It puts a closure on things that should never have happened.’ I asked Pat who Sean MacBride was, as I suspected that it was Pat’s real name. But Pat, politely refused to answer my questions. I think I told you earlier that I knew that Connolly was not Pat or Kathy’s real surname. Pat asked me.