I had finally mounted up the courage to say something to Ted, something more than ‘does your costume fit alright’ or ‘can you move to the left a...bit please’. The two glasses of wine I’d already had helped plenty too. He was perched on the bar stool, back in his all black ensemble, legs out in a pair of shorts as per normal. He smiled as I came over and leaned against the bar, careful not to slip, aiming to maintain my dignity and grace. Being six foot myself and with a built in clumsy gene this. I intentionally pressed hard while shaking hand. In return, she smiled and let out a soft moan. Next day also, I did the same, since she didn’t make any complaint to me else no complaint came to me from any side I took it affirmatively.This proceeded for a couple of days more ad I was getting impatient. next day, I kissed her hand and asked my nephew to give her flying kiss, she accepted and responded the same way. I got confirmation, that the route is clear.Now we exchanged numbers and started. .. Things like, "how you like being fucked by me; how you need my cum in your pussy, things like, how you want to suck my cock; and just exactly what you're gonna do to it. Things like how you want me to put my cock in your asshole, things like, "please fuck me in my ass, now"...You are a gorgeous, sweet, sexy thing... an attractive and very desirable woman.My fucking cock is swollen, swollen stiff, thick, big and rock fucking hard, again... Fuck me good, gorgeous. Be my pesonal bitch. Don't. Very short hair, athletic, big arms, a severe look on his face. An All-American twenty-five-year-old asshole. But the rest was not appealing.Anyway, since I knew him, I was sure he hated me. I was clearly the kind of guy he would have bullied in high school. I was short, skinny, not so much effeminate but maybe it was possible to see I was gay, I wasn't sure. After a moment, he came back with two beers, gave me one and sat on the sofa, next to me, at a reasonably safe distance. Jeez, I’m not.