I’m stretched pretty thin.” I looked down. She was only a little thin and in all the right places. Nice tits, I thought. Through her hand knit swe...ter they bounced like she wasn’t wearing a bra. I wondered if I had a chance of finding out. “I’ll show you the cellar,” she said. “I’ve worked here before. I know the situation. The short version is you need a new boiler.” “That’s what the other guys said.” “It will cost about eight thousand dollars, installed.” “Yeah, they said that too. Isn’t. He bottomed and rather well at that, for a virgin. Oh, and Warren, babe, feel free to return the favor. I’m vers. Are you?” Chase offered me right in front of Christine.“Yep, I am, as it happens,” I agreed while grabbing his buns for a moment.“YES!” Chase exclaimed before kissing me very hard on the mouth.“For a closet case, you’ve studied the terms a bit, haven’t you?” Maria observed.“I’m afraid that comes from reading and watching so much gay porn. So, yeah, I’m really repressed, or rather, I. T-Bone is a nickname I picked up at the steel mill.” T-Bone , I thought. Apart from the obvious play on words, I wondered what other reasons had contributed to the nickname. Was his dick T-shaped, or was it big and thick like the steak? As I thought more about this, I felt myself stir in my pants. T-Bone was big and burly, built tall and muscular like Reuben had been, the first man I ever had erotic thoughts about. I thought back to that time in the showers when I was fifteen, glancing down. I took my tongue and licked the last little bit of cum off the head of his cock....He looked at me kind of bewildered, and asked? " Mom what did you do with it" ....I swallowed it baby, I swallowed it. That was some good stuff baby, I loved it......He seemed amazed that I would swallow his spunk.....Come on baby ....time to get up...He followed me into the kitchen. I put on a pot of coffee, we were both walking around nude. He put his arms around me, and kissed me....I sat down on.