. it was a gloryhole. I was, oh, eighteen, nineteen. No, I wasn’t fascinated with cocks from age eight or anything. We’ll get into this, but I thi...k my story is more real than stereotypical. I’m not gay — I’m bisexual, and I lean — HARD — toward women. So how come I’m a cum slut? I think the primary answer is ‘desperation.’ You decide — it’s why you’re here, after all...I was — well, location doesn’t really matter, does it? It could be any one of hundreds of places. I was in the military, and. As we entered the city she turned to me and said whether I wanted to have a cup of tea and dry myself up before she dropped me on my stop as her home was near, I accepted and we soon reached her place, She lived alone and welcomed me inside, she gave me a towel to dry up a bit and did the same herself. I realized it was my only chance , I came close to her and held her by her waist and brought her closer to me, she started breathing quickly but didn’t say anything, I held her waist and pulled. It wouldn’t hold, not all of it. But we gained over 20 new customers who became regulars. Or semi-regulars.Later I asked Gertie about another human interest angle, “What do Juanita’s sons think about their mother getting busted for flashing her bod?”Gertie shrugged, “Younger one’s proud of her.”Daddy as he always does, listened carefully as Vanessa and I filled him in on the two television programs — “Borderland” and “Hinterland”. We were at his kitchen table in the Brookside house. A table. The condo was well appointed with a large master suite and bath including a large marbled steam shower. John took the bags into the master bedroom and suggested that he and Karen have a nice soke in the hot tub to unwind before dinner.Around 8:15 John suggested that they head upstairs to shower and get ready for dinner. Once upstairs, Karen headed for the shower while John made them each a drink before going to join Karen in the shower. As John started into the bedroom he could hear Karen.