It was a Wednesday night bout 8, l was relaxing watching TV , when the bell rang. 'Hi Dirk it's Katie' l let her in. 'What are you doing here?' I aske... her. 'I can't stop thinking about you'. 'Katie you're 19, I'm 42, what happened between us was wrong' l told her. 'Don't you want to fuck me Dirk?' Katie said as she moved towards me, l couldn't stop myself and we kissed passionately. I could feel my cock getting harder and pushed against Katie so she could feel it. My hand squeezed and groped. After about two years of marriage we were having a Barbie night for my birthday. Over drinks after dinner Anne asked me a question. "Have you ever thought about sleeping with a man?"I almost spit out my wine in shock, "No! I'm not gay!!," I exclaimed. My overreaction may have given away my actual feelings.My wife seemed to see my expression and kept goading me. "I know how much you like when i fuck you with that fake cock, I thought maybe you might want to feel a real one some time."I shook my. "Well this might go down a little smoother."After lighting the joint, John passed it to Mary Anne who thanked himgraciously and took a few puffs. She then passed it to Eugene, who notknowing what to make of the funny smell, took a larger drag than with hisown cigarette. He coughed even harder than the first time, and foundhimself struggling for breath. After he finally managed to catch hishair, he realized he didn't feel quite right. After a few minutes itoccurred to him that his goody two. It was on just such a Christmas Eve that I met Millie. The head nurse had suggested that I drop in on Millie, and then suddenly changed her mind, and advise me not to bother. Since I am always up to a challenge, Santa insisted that we visit her. Upon entering her room, Millie sat quietly in a tattered old yellow print dress while staring off into space. Somehow Santa knew that this was going to be a tough one, and called up his best, ‘Ho, Ho, Ho, and a Merry Christmas,’ only to find the focus.