It was the nature of things. No return calls, no second dates, and no recognition. Marty enjoyed the sex, but hated the empty feeling he received afte...wards. The last few times he said thanks and left. They didn’t pursue him, so he felt it was easier on both of them. At 33, Marty pretty much accepted his fate. He did his best to cheer himself up, but the holidays were tough since both his parents recently passed away. His Mom died two years ago, and his father last summer. They both were. “Oh that’s not a problem, Miss Marsh, I’m just so grateful I won’t be sleeping on our doormat.” He laughed self-consciously trying to lighten the mood. She smiled at him slightly and went back to her bedroom. He watched her as she went and couldn’t help but notice her shape under the thin silk robe. He heard a lot of scraping and banging sounds from the bedroom and presently she returned carrying a pillow, blanket, some sheets and most surprisingly some male clothes. “There you go,” she handed. I dropped my eyes to the desk and hunched over myself. ‘I don’t know what I did wrong, First S’arnt. I’m trying to stay out of his way and do what I’m supposed to.’ ‘Sit fucking upright, soldier, I don’t want to see some gawd damned feel-sorry-for-me bullshit.’ He was glaring. A glaring first sergeant was a terrifying thing to see. ‘You didn’t understand him?’ I straightened my spine and looked at the wall just past him, like a good little soldier. ‘He was, well, growling at me, First S’arnt,. The crescendo of her orgasm had been like a thunderbolt of sheer ecstasy. Gary clenched his teeth and grimaced but he couldn’t stop the inevitable and he wasn’t going to. Rich, injections of spermatozoa invaded his hard rod causing wickedly intense, but exotic, stinging tingles around the highly sensitive nerve endings of his purple, bulbous cock-crown. He was deep inside Susannah’s quim, reaching towards her cervix, fucking the rich, succulent part of her that was being fucked for the first.