Or at least the story of one afternoon a few summers ago in a Travelodge on the west bound side of the M4. Every word I write here tonight will be the...truth. It all happened. I hope that in reading it, those of you who face life alone will be encouraged to believe that there IS someone out there who shares your fascination for the outer edges of sexual bliss and that it is only a matter of time before the two of you collide. I was at the time in my late fourties and trapped, like so many of us. I could hear her yelling atDelores in the background.“Bill?”“Yeah Ray?”“Sorry about what Darren did.”“Uh. Thanks.”“Rose tells me you’re not going to be the perfect sonanymore.”“Probably not.”“Can’t say I blame you, after everything that’s happenedto you. Just want you to know you always have a place inthe family with your mother and me. I don’t know ifyou’ll want to be a part of it with. . pinches my butt, runs her fingers up-n-down my crack, over my jeans. Reaches inside my shirt to pinch my nipples. She lets me play with her cleavage if no one is looking, and even lets me grab her hips and push my erection in to the crack of her ass in the store or standing in line. She asked me many times about what clothes to wear, I told her wear what makes you sexy and comfortable, I gave her this advice, if you want to wear it ...wear it now, while your young, when you get older and. Finally, Tom's cock was empty. No more cum for Sara to swallow."Oh wow, Sara!" Tom sighed."Oh wow, indeed!" Sara said."Did you just get off, too?" Tom asked."Oh yeah!" Sara assured him."God, Sara, you're an amazing woman." Then Tom reached down to pull Sara to her feet. He looked her directly in the eyes, eyes he could get lost in. "But, as the Monty Python boys said in "The Meaning of Life," regarding how to initiate sex: "A kiss, boy. What's wrong with a kiss?"Sara tilted her head back and.