After work I would usually sit at the bar for abit, and get a quick drink before going home.One time after finishing work, I sat down at the bar, next...to a man called Dave.He was in his 40’s, had receding hair, wore glasses, and was a larger man. But he seemed nice enough, quite chatty, and a bit drunk already. After chatting for a while, he noticed that I was tapping my fingers. He looked at my hands for a minute, and said to me “I bet you’d give a great handjob”.I shrugged it off, thinking no. How could I refuse? I hadmy staff give the building a very thorough cleaning from the cellar whichhoused our parking deck,boiler for the solar heater and generator/batteryback up to the roof and the solar panels, wind turbines and heat pump forthe cooling/heating of the building. Like my family, I was a firmbeliever in being Eco-friendly, even having a dual fuel car with solarpanels and battery back up.I went to the beauty salon and spent the day there as they put me throughevery torture that. ”“That bad, is it?” She was in her late forties, still very good looking, and someday soon I am going to seduce her, if she is even slightly bi-curious. She has that effect on a certain spot between my legs, like an itch that can’t be scratched unless she does it herself. But it’s not happened yet.“You have no idea. Everyone seems to imagine the virus spreads through canvas and oil, or something.” She looked at my list. “Well, that’s not amateur stuff,” she said. “I didn’t know you painted.”“I. Still moving and pulsating from the intense orgasm he had just had, she stared at it as fluid still oozed from its tip and onto the pictures ...He turned away and went to shower.She silently went around to the back of the house, she knew that the rest of his family was away at the time, and she came into his house through the sliding patio doors, and straight into his room where he'd left the magazine open...It was soaked with pools of gooey white sperm. She touched it and it felt warm...She.