I glanced at the couch to see Tandra laying on it, sporting some gym shorts and a tight-fitting t-shirt. There was something different about her, but ... could not really put my finger on it.“You scared the crap out of me,” I pronounced, as I made my way to the stairs which would lead me to the bed I needed.“Have a good night and sweet dreams,” Tandra added as I pounded my way up the stairs. There was something in her voice that made me think that she was up to something.The next morning, I slept. But I’d never ever looked at it. Time for research. I found the site, they even had the city we lived in, listed, went to the Men for Men, and perused the ads. Now, THAT was an eye opener.One thing that I did notice, which pertained more to me, was that married guys were specifically looking for other married guys. Disease free, discretion, HIV-, and the all-important who’s going to host? Now there were some possibilities.I calmed down, spent more time researching the subject, I was, to be. Could anyone cum this much I didn't know. Fuck I loved it. Ron then flipped me over on my back and pushed my legs up to my shoulders. He slammed his monster back in me and started to pound away again. He put his hands on both sides of me on the bed keeping my legs pinned between us and then he leaned down to kiss me. I pulled his head to me and started to kiss him back like crazy. I was sticking my tongue as far down his throat as I could. Both of us were moaning and groaning like crazy and I. His first wife left him because she ran into a fast-talking, wealthy Jewish lawyer and the second wife left him because she became totally bored with the stilted military social scene. She went back to mother and eventually remarried a sports car driver. The flighty bitch got lucky when she unexpectedly collected a $500,000 death benefit when her racing hubby ended up plastered to a solid brick retention wall. For some odd reason, a car hurtling at 190 miles per hour wasn’t meant to collide.