After a few months went by of me helping out around the bungalow I was pretty much spending more time in their home than I was in my own after work in...which Gwen would either make me a cup of tea or something to eat as she would say returning the favour of me helping out. Whenever I would see Gwen I would make sure that I would always call her darling or sweetheart and later on beautiful as I got to know her better. I would always also make the point of complimenting her appearance be it her. Okay now coming to the story this is about a month ago when I got a friend request from one of a school friend. Let her be Miss x. She is a Bengali and used to very hot in school and any guy in the school would love to fuck her. I was not in touch with her when I was in school as I was kinda shy talking to girls. Now she has gained a few pounds but curves are still perfect enough to be called sexy. She is 5’3 in height and figure I am not good but somewhere around 36-30-34 I guess. So as I. He said the lights are off and it's only us,go ahead and do it, and put his hand on my leg.Nervous I looked out the window trying to take my mind off of it. I felt him move his hand up and over one my crotch. To scared to move, he asked, do you mind. I looked down and watched him undo my belt.I started breathing faster, he said to relax, I'll do it for you. My heart pounding I watched as Bill unbutton my pants and pull down the zipper. He smiled and said I like guys who don't wear under pants. According to the reports, I’d been going through a gradual deterioration of my heart muscle most of my life, caused by a childhood disease. It had been so gradual that no one noticed until my jackpot heart attack in Las Vegas last spring. Since then, the assessment was that the deterioration was accelerating. This old ticker was headed for the grave with or without me. It scared the crap out of me, but I was frankly willing to let it go first. The meds were making me feeble minded, too. I.