Initially he’d had a tendency to over cook them.“What’s a calzone?” Tom asked.Dan laughed and said, “Think of it as a pizza that has been fo...ded over on itself, like an omelet.”“I’m not sure that I’m going to like it,” Tom said looking down at the bowl of marinara sauce that Dan had set in front of him. Gesturing to the bowl, he asked, “What’s that for?”“That’s to dunk your calzone in when you’re eating it,” Dan answered.“Okay,” Tom said. He watched Dan move around the kitchen. It seemed to him. He never thought these things odd or unfair because this was the only life he knew and so he lived it. He had always been neglected and ignored. Nothing much affected him, until this strange malady had begun to eat away at him a while back. It had begun when he lost the one friend he had had all his life. She was his neighbor and they had grown up together. He did not know it, but she had hung around with him more because she had few friends of her own, and found him unobtrusive. They did not. I reach up and touch her tit like I am feeling a melon for ripeness. She pushes my hand under her shirt and bra. I have a hand full and the nipple is hard as a rock. She pulls my pants and undies down. I am showing a rock hard cock, I doubt it will ever go down again. She sits me down and she sits beside me. With out a word she bends over and sucks me off. Grandmom did a nice job and did not take long. Go wash your self up and meet me in the kitchen. I wonder whats next, food a drink. In her. Newly so. Only last month. I was a virgin before. I tongued her pussy harder. She bucked into my lips. Her voice sang out in joy as I devoured her on her marital bed. My fingers dipped between the cheeks of her ass and found her puckered sphincter. She gasped when I sank a finger into her depths. Paters cock, yes! she gasped. Thats so filthy! Oh, yes! Oh, gods, yes! The married sluts asshole clenched on my finger as her juices squirted into my mouth. She bucked hard, screaming as her climax.