He definitely was an oral man. Just the way I liked it. But his face turned dark and sad. He left with the words, ‘Have a great day, pretty one.’ ...ach day went by the same way for about a week. I started calling him an hour before I got off work to tell him I would be home soon. I did not want him to doubt that I would come home to him. Friday night, he came through the door saying, ‘Great news. All your tests were negative. You are healthy as well as beautiful.’ We cooked and talked and kidded. He told me he would send the place and time in the morning. I agreed and waited not so patiently for the morning. I woke up and checked my email, he asked if I was still willing and if I was good with 11 o'clock. I said yes! He then sent me the location. It was behind a hotel. Once I got there I saw that it was a back parking lot with about 8 spaces under an overpass. It was perfect for what we had planned. He told me he would be in a white scion and would be hard and jerking his cock when I. I'll talk with you when you get back, ok?” “Yeah.” Carl didn’t waste any more time, stalking outside, and banging the door closed behind him. Cesar seemed to know him fairly well on an emotional level, and it was unnerving. He certainly knew something was up right now. Carl felt the cool country air, and heard the crunch of gravel under his shoes. He half pondered stealing a car and heading back into Vinewood and hunting out his sister. Fuck Cesar for leaving her somewhere. He should have been. Given that, say, one out of five of you are going to be cuckolded, wouldn't you rather it be by a guy she's not going to move in with? Wouldn't you rather she chose a lover who'll treat her well? Well, if you want her to get beat up, you deserve to be a cuckold!Gals. Some of you've done it. Some of you are doing it. Some of you will. We're probably talking about pretty great sex, right? Wouldn't you rather it be with somebody who understands you? Someone who'll always be around?Both of you. If.