I looked over at Steve and he said go ahead, you are in my private home, and no one will know. With a huge smile on my face, I took the wine and sippe... it.Through the course of dinner, I didn’t really pay attention, but it seemed that my wine glass was never empty. Steve and Betty seemed very interested in my upbringing and how worldly I was or wasn’t. Betty even seemed excited when I let it slip; I was still a virgin. She said it was so nice to see someone with morals. I was afraid to tell her. I pulled it out and pushed it in again, in and out I went and still nothing from Emma, she just laid there with her knees up and let my tongue fuck her bum. It was becoming less tight now and I figured that her muscles were relaxing as they became used to my attention. Now I was ‘on a roll’ so to speak and decided to push my luck a little further and see I she would let me put my fingers up her bum. Once again her sixth sense prevailed and before I could do it I heard her say ‘do you want to. Not in the way you’re thinking, anyway.’ Wrapping her hand up in his, he brought them both to rest against his wrinkled shirtfront. He hesitated, choosing his words carefully. ‘Felix—with Peter and I, he’s only ever done what is needed. For us, I mean. Nothing for himself. Not ever.’ He used their joined hands to bump up her chin, saw by her frown and pinched brow that she didn’t understand. Still forcing her face to stay raised to his, he said, ‘The sailors, the men—most of them, they prefer. Before long, I was full of my first load in six months. I wasn’t sated, but his pumping my ass full took the edge off my lust. We lay cuddled on the bed for about an hour before rinsing off in the shower and heading out for a bite to eat.Needless to say, the City by the Bay held many glorious wonders for a young, sexually confused man. Scott, however, was the only playground I wanted any part of. We had a languid dinner at a quaint yet crowded Italian restaurant within walking distance of.