He was so handsome and had a great toned body and an incredible cock but my parents didn’t approve of him. Not because he was Muslim with us being a...Christian family but more because he treated me like crap, he only seemed to be interested in me for sex and would rather spend time with his mates. After a while I had to leave him as my parents grew concerned that I was regularly coming home in tears. The trouble was, the sex with him was amazing which is why I think I persevered. Maz was a real. “How much?” He said with a strong Eastern Europe accent.“20 head, 40 fuck, 50 whatever takes your fancy” I saidHe checked me over again“Ok” he smiled, and I could see he had a couple of teeth missingI followed him out into the cool and we walked to where he was parked. I climbed in on the passenger side noticing that the truck parked alongside was from the same company. I sat on the seat side on with my legs open showing stocking tops to my client. He smiled again and the door behind me opened. I couldn't really see what he was doing after that because he leaned further forward, covering my view with his back, so I finally decided to step into the room.He must have seen the shadow I cast from the landing or heard my approach because he turned and looked straight at me, a surprised look on his face."I'm sorry man," he apologized. "I couldn't resist - she's so amazing." It's fine," I said as I sat down on the opposite side of the bed to Lyndsey. Part of me was angry with the cock-sure,. Short story – she and I met once, and that was all. Thirty minutes of talk. No sex. No affair. No validation of my parking ticket. Fast forward several months. Out of the blue, an email comes to me from the woman. “How are you?” she asks, “I just wanted to catch up and see how you are…” Out of the blue. Some further email exchanges, and we agree to meet, just as potential friends, for coffee. Maybe dinner. I’m game. One can never have too many friends in this world. And she still intrigued me.