I was like a lovesick teenager not a man heading towards his 60s. The page seemed to take ages to load and I impatiently tapped my fingers on the desk... muttering ‘C’mon, c’mon.’ I had 16 new messages and I scrolled down the index looking for her name. No, not there. I scrolled back up, slower this time in case I had missed it. No, nothing. I was deflated but started to read and delete the messages in the inbox. Then I slaughtered the spam. I removed my spectacles and hovered the curser on ‘shut. Shithole motel room in a shithole town on a shithole planet. Lucky me."Hey, baby." He's old and fat and smiling. A real smile, warm and tender, that shows in his eyes and chubby cheeks. It tells me he wants more than just a fuck. I run a CumSystem check. Rydal Spillane, 68, retired terraforman, recently widowed, no known deviancies. This fat fuck wants love.I give him the melty look: Dewy eyes, softened features, slightly parted lips. "Hi, honey," I purr. His heart rate is accelerating, his. It was Tiffany. She was kinda beating around the bush as to trying to tell me something. I told her to just tell me because it was getting late and I want to go to bed. Well she told me that she understood how fucking and sucking another guy would haveturned me on, Well, She was supposed to meet somebody after work to make some pictures and maybe a movie for me. I was all for it, It turned me on in a split second. She said she was nervous but turned on by the thought of being fucked and sucking. Jean almost always wore a robe when she wasn't fully clothed, but now I stripped to my underwear whenever we were in the room together. If she questioned it, I told her I was more comfortable like that, and I began berating her for being prudish by covering up all the time. And then, more and more often, I'd go topless, wearing only my panties. I started noticing her staring at me then, and that sort of confirmed my hypothesis. Now, I really started getting on her case, telling her that.