It was the heat of the moment." He smiles. We're still naked. My right hand is sticky and my hardon is completely gone. "It's my bad, I shouldn't have...left you hanging. I just didn't know it would be unpleasant, you know, after that." He glances at his cum that fell on the wooden floor. "I did enjoy it though." "I'm confused, I'm sorry. I need some time to think." I get up and pull the condom off my dick. I put on my underwear and walk to the kitchen. I liked that. I liked kissing a boy. I. “My name is John, but everybody calls me Murph, and I’m pleased to meet you,” I said as I dialed my dispatcher’s direct line. “If your phone carrier charges you for this call, I’ll reimburse you for it.”“Don’t worry about it, John; I’ve plenty of minutes on my plan.”I was about to say, ‘I insist’, but Jeff, my dispatcher picked up at the other end. I let Jeff know what happened and that there was help coming. Jeff told me it would be all right as long as the load was in the Chicago yard by. I have a great sex life with my wife , but have to say that even though she was happy to do most things, she isn't a patch on some of the older ladies I have had sex with in the past few years.One of my lovers is a divorcee named Jean who is 64, and is a work colleague. Jean worked in the office, (still does in fact).We first had sex when I had been dropping her off home for a few weeks, and as a thank you she said that, if i didnt mind, she'd make me some dinner.I have always found older women. Interesting.I crawled back up to her and she was all about kissing me. Another new thing. It was like she suddenly loved the taste of her own pussy on my lips.I held her for a while in between kisses, to give her a chance to catch her breath. I was exercising the patience of Job here, because I had slipped my dick out of one of my panty's leg holes, and was ready to give it to her good."Your turn," she giggled, as she got something out of the nightstand, and made her way down the bed. My shoes.