“You obviously have a baby. Are you married? Does the father live with you?”I asked fearing there might be retaliation from a husband or boyfriend... She paused for a bit before answering.She answered hesitantly, “I'm sorry I didn’t tell you I have a child. He is staying with my parents overnight. I didn’t want to pick him up and wake him up after the reunion.”She paused again.“The father is in California,” she said then paused before continuing. “I … I was … raped.”I could hear the pain and. So I was back to square one. Apparently, the game was harder to learn than I first thought. Still, I was enjoying my new classes and the freedom and independence I had living away from home. My psychology class I found the most interesting and I always looked forward to it, but that was because of the beautiful woman I got to stare at. She was gorgeous, and she wasn't a girl, like the ones I had tried to hit on unsuccessfully and lure back to my bed, no, she was all woman. I found myself. The fact that I was gay didn't trouble me, but the fact that I was into older men was what made it harder to get into a relationship with someone.My definition to this day of my perfect man is someone from 35 to 50 years of age, white, somewhat tanned, good amount of hair, and an athletic build while looking like a daddy bear. Check out the pictures on my profile for a visual aid!Back to the story... My school had 4 boys gym teachers who were all good looking men, but one of them stood out to. She breathed a sigh as if asleep but let her hand slide under the covers until now the back of her warm hand touched my cock. That sent ripples flooding through me. I wanted to fuck her hand and she even turned it slightly and was suddenly holding it! My cock held by her fingers curled around it! My thrills were coming with each breath, Of course Anne was not acknowledging anything but that she might be dreaming in a deep sleep. Surely she could feel it throbbing! I was ecstatic. My heart.