I had been using a couple of chatlines none of which were sex lines i must say,anyway to my story.I had been chatting to a guy called ted who was 23 ...nd lived about ten mile from me.after chatting for a couple of weeks ted let it be known that he was gay and single.i myself was very intrigued by this as i had been curious about guy sex for sometime.i had had girfriends and was by no means a virgin.it was half term ,and we were chatting on friday afternoon when ted said would i like to meet up. “So…did you enjoy what you heard?” (Now you’ll pay my pipe[r]!) At this she blushed and momentarily was speechless. Finally, she said softly with a nod, “Yes.” “Was it exciting for you?” A darker shade of blush and a throaty, “Yes.” “I have to tell you that I heard you gasp at one point. That was very exciting for me.” Softly, huskily, “I was sure you had heard me.” “The fact that you were there listening to us greatly increased my excitement. It almost felt as though I were talking to. I laid it down on the stove. My fingers laced through hers. My other hand slid from her shoulder back to her waist. My fingers splayed over her stomach. Slowly, I started rocking my hips back and forth, humming in her ear. She sighs, relaxing against me, swaying her hips in time with mine. I draw our joined hands towards her heart, resting them over her breast. Softly, lingeringly, I glide our hands in a circle over the soft swell, making the circles smaller and smaller until we are only. Still, I couldn’t shake it. Right or wrong, I wanted it to happen, and happen again and again!Mary’s boss at the nursing home was a doctor, Sam Nathen, who was in his fifties, I’d guess. Once, as we lay in our bed, Mary told me that she was uneasy around Dr. Sam, because he kept staring at her crotch, or boobs or butt. He never touched her, she admitted, but it seemed pretty apparent that he liked petite women ... especially those that looked very young and naive. Still, he was her boss, and.