Candy's dad often worked late so it was the first chance we had.I was greeted by a still attractive older woman"Come on in!" Candy's mom said. "We're ...o glad to meet you."I entered the house and shook hands with Candy's dad. I waved "hi" at Candy who replied in same.Candy's dad was Charlie and mom was Monica."Dinner is ready," Monica said. "Candy can show you the washroom."At the bathroom sink, Candy asked, "Do you have a plan now?" Not yet," I answered. As I told her Tuesday, this was only to. So here I was, rattling up the old back road to Chepoke Point with half my fucking buttcheek on Garret Michaels’ thigh, pretending that I couldn’t tell it was made of iron. Seriously, who needed that much muscle?I waved a hand in front of myself, trying to cool down. Without needing anymore prompt, Garret flicked the button for the air conditioning and cool air blasted directly onto the swell of my breasts. Almost immediately, my nipples started pebbling. Damn this body for being so reactive.. And he misses his wife.Now I understood, and pitied this creature -- this man -- whose loss was so like my own. And I understood why I felt the deep connection I did. Perhaps the gods had brought us together for a reason... ... I must have sat like that for several minutes, oblivious, when I realized that something was gently nudging me. Opening my eyes, I found one of the dolphins looking up at me. I was fairly sure it was the same one which had cuddled with me earlier. She had quietly. With the man's pre-cum in my mouth and on my lips, I kissed my girlfriend at the time and had wonderful sex with her after the evening. The next day, with a big hangover, some gnawed, but exactly what that was, I had no idea. It just seemed to be someone else in my head who wanted and did things like that. I wasn't like that in person. Especially when I was busy, I was not into cocks and gay sex at all. I often fell madly in love with girls and then yearned for them, how the hell did this.