The garage door didn’t open fast enough and I had hit the stupid door with the car. Crap! I pulled back into the garage and hit the “Down” butto.... The garage door creaked and then it stopped half closed. I got out and surveyed the damage. The door hung off the roller on one side. I didn’t know what to do. I was pissed. I had been divorced about six months and had just managed to get relocated into a rental house in a nice suburban upscale community north of Dallas. I stepped next door and rang. I opened my eyes to look at her and followed her gaze around my room. There were clothes everywhere and the smell that even I was beginning to notice was probably due to old pizza boxes and half empty beer cans taking up most of the surfaces in the room."Yeah, guess I haven't felt much like socializing," I said as I sat up in bed. I still had to be careful not to twist my knee, which was currently laying atop two pillows, when I moved."Can I come in?" she asked as she moved clear of the door. I. Once more I filled Julian’s glass.“I wasn’t trying to look like anything other than myself, I mean, this part of myself.”“And he did, Dad,” Harper put in. “He looked great.”Harper leaned over to kiss Julian.“Anyway,” Julian continued, “I got asked to dance by a fairly cute guy right off.”Julian shook his head in disgust or disappointment.“We danced kind of apart and kind of together, but when he grabbed my boob ‘by accident’ I decided that was it. Lucky he didn’t reach between my legs. Even. He stopped when his second knuckle entered my butt. Slowly he pulled out till just his finger tip was in me, then pushed back in. My heart was pounding and my breathing sped up as he fucked my butt with his finger. He whispered, you're so tight. I asked, is that ok. He turned his head, kissed me, and said oh yeah. I felt my dick pressing against his stomach as it stiffened. After a few minutes his finger was deep in me. Bill said to push up with my hands. When I pushed up he said lean down. As.