Was I becoming less straight because I was leaning to be more accepting of being fucked by a man, and even starting to enjoy little parts of it? Surel... these were just defensive mechanism I had developed to deal with the experience? My mind was getting a bit cloudy on the topic. I was finding it a bit harder every week to think clearly. Soon I wasn’t even protesting anymore if he didn’t just let me suck his cock in my way, but instead face fucked me aggressively, or if anal sex with me wasn’t. " Let them worry. I may prefer to slob about in jeans, but if I'm taking a lady out I have to do it right."We settled into our cuddle and didn't speak again until it was time to get ready. As I sat there cradling my mum in my arms I was happy, warm and relaxed. Surely nothing could feel better than being close to the person I loved most in the world.I had been ready for a good fifteen minutes when the cab arrived. I waved out of the window to let the driver know I'd seen him. When I turned to. He would alwaysbad mouth him afterwards and accuse him of having forced him into non-consensual acts - and then he would walk out and 'blacklist' the poor guy assomeone who had overstepped the mark. So he became more and more of a pushy, controlling bottom.But as he got older it became more and more difficult to find playpartners - older guys tend to shift to being dominant, more out ofnecessity than actual desire - but it does mean that they can get theirhands on willing young, attractive. Then with a big Dat-Dat, she spread her legs in front of us with her arms straight out to each side. Nancy applauded and I howled. Then Sandy dropped down in between my legs and unzipped my pants, reached in to find a rock hard cock jumping out to meet her.“Mmmmm someone glad to see me”I undid the button, opening up the top part of my jeans and Sandy bent over and took me into her hot mouth, I groaned.She slid her lips down my shaft until I hit the back of her throat and kind of moaned herself,.