.. at least not at the dinner table.Stacey sat down with a cup of coffee and watched me eat.I engulfed the delicious food. A few minutes later the pla...e was empty."My, but you were hungry," Stacey said in astonishment."Sorry," I answered sheepishly. "That was delicious," I added."Macy is a great cook, even if it pains me to say so." A wry smile crossed her face. "Old coot," she whispered in a conspiratorial tone.I smiled."So what brings you out in this no-man's land?"I wiped my mouth and took a. Then he said, maybe you could put your cock someplace warm, how about putting it in my mouth. What! Are you k**ding me. Are you a fag or something?No, says Glen but I have wondered on occasion what it would be like to suck a cock, haven't you? Well, maybe once in a while I said. Let's try it says Glen. You lean back. Glen reaches over and lightly takes hold of my cock. He starts to jack it and my eyes go closed enjoying the sensation. I lay on my back, too weak to hold myself up as Glen. I could see the whole thing unfolding before my eyes. As stated before, I was commando, so no underwear on just a pair of baggy painters jeans. I had loosened my pants some more to get to my swelling cock. I needed some relief watching this show unfold before my very eyes. As I was kneeling there stroking my cock I felt a hand run up my butt up under my t-shirt across my back. I turned to look over my shoulder to see who was petting me. A younger guy maybe mid 20’s I’ll call Jose, he leaned. She met with some clients,attended some meetings and did some paperwork. But at quitting time, she uncharacteristicallyheaded for the door and bee-lined home. She spent the evening making lists of what she wanted to accomplish duringthe upcoming week. After she had gotten home, she peeled off her clothes outof habit and prepared to shower. But then, she reasoned that she was likelyto get all dirty again as she inspected the house so she just pulled a pairof panties up her legs. She figured that.