So then he drove me home, and we just chatted the whole way. We got out the front of my place, and started kissing again. We just kissed for a long ti...e. It was passionate, and it was hot. It was really nice to just kiss again, haven’t focused on kissing in a long time. Eventually I said ‘I think you should come inside’, and he said he agreed. But then we just kept making out in the car. We just couldn’t tear ourselves off each other. It was really exciting. Eventually we made it to my room.. "Hi Kurt" and said he had to leave. It seemed Andy could care a less about Kurt seeing us. I was pretty nervous and this was one of the few times where I was standing outside and I did not have a hard on. Andy left and I had my arms crossed across my body. He asked if we did this often and I started to explain to him what happened as my erection began to grow as usual. He looked at me and my hardon and said "you guys are nuts" and left. After he left,: as nervous as I was about being. And she was somewhat depressed, nothing major, she just had the blues. That happened to her sometimes. She was an artist, after all. Is something wrong with me? Do I repel men I would actually get along with? It certainly seems that way. Why do I only meet guys who only want to sleep with me? It’s like they all just want sex, none of them want me too. It was driving her crazy. All her friends from high school were married already and all but a few of her college friends were at least in serious. ” He demanded, shrugging off his robe and dropping it on the floor.I fell to my knees, carefully lifted his semi-soft cock and leaned forward to take it in my mouth. He’d made it clear this was a preliminary so I set about my task with gusto, sucking him deep into my mouth as my tongue caressed his rapidly growing shaft. In a minute or so I felt that wonderful hardness and was wondering whether to take him into my throat when he pushed me back.He lifted me as if I were weightless, picking.