My mind was not working correctly. I sat in front of the computer and looked at the open windows. Roger had got the images from a link site called the...un.net. I shut the computer down, locked up and returned to my room.My mind wouldn’t leave the image alone. I tried to read a book but my mind returned to the image of the cock deep inside the girl. I hadn’t had sex for six months at that point and the last experience was nothing to write home about. I gave up with my book in the end and sat at. The total time I spent with her before getting into her pants was less than two hours: thirty minutes that day, plus another hour and a bit online. Not bad I’d say. In my apartment I gave her a tour that led straight to my cock. She was naked in five seconds and we were in a 69 in record time. She was already wet and I sucked on her clit while she took my entire cock down her throat. Monica was the first woman I’ve been with in a long time who could do that. I tried my best to keep from coming. I shoved my index finger inside her hole; it was tight and not quite damp.Good, I really wanted to watch that pussy get wet and slick. Standing up, I went back to the kitchen for a chair. I stopped as I passed the bathroom and picked up her hairbrush. Placing the chair at the foot of the bed, I leaned over and brushed the curl back away from the hood of her clit. The brush handle was round, maybe five inches long; it could be useful too.With a happy sigh, I sat back in the chair to admire the. But there are other problems. I didn't have a long list of guys lining up for dates." Yeah, I laid down a hint, I admit it."Guys. So, you are straight, then." Yes. Why, did you assume I wasn't?" I said indignantly."Didn't assume anything. Didn't know either way," he said mildly. "When you grow up the heterosexual son of a bisexual mother and her lesbian partner, you learn not to assume a damn thing." You're right," I smiled. "I'm sorry for snapping. I just get that 'you must be a lesbian' thing.