He had been gone for a number months and I supported myself by working as a bartender in a biker. The work was fun, the hours were terrible (4PM to 2A...) six nights a week. Most of the guys hit on me at one time or another but I also had a couple of the guys who took it upon themselves to make sure no one really bothered me. The job paid the bills but left little time or energy to do much else.On one day off I met my friend Jill for lunch. We were going to have a bite to eat and then go. It felt very erotic and I didn’t move a muscle, I soon realized he really wasn’t asleep because he was slowly grinding his cock on my ass, very slowly and very delicately. I was enjoying the felling. Now I am straight, always having been, but somehow this felt so good that I didn’t mind letting him explore further. I could feel his veiny cock right in my crack, rubbing it gently back and forth. I then felt his hand on my hip and he was slowly making his way toward my crotch, listening to my. Two days later I got up early to wrap mums present up for her 44th birthday, as a treat I had decided to give her breakfast in bed alone with her present, I looked at the clock and thought that she should be stirring in her bed, I made tea and toast and put it on a tray with her present and made my way up stairs, I was just about to knock when a though came over me, quickly I put the tray down and went to my bedroom, took out a dicky bow tie and put it on, as I got to the door I thought about. More often we locked up our loins thrusting away as though I would spear her to the bedding. She met every thrust and soon the bedding was soaked with not only sweat but our abundant body fluids. Ritualistically our last effort would be me penetrating her in the very rear. This did not happen quickly with lubricants first being used followed later with nothing at all but our eagerness. We NEVER looked upon this as a perversion. It was more exciting for her than me since it had none of her.