It was worse than fucking my fucking mother for some reason. I dont know why. and when he left, he had taken it home with him. So I was in the locker ...oom bare assed naked with no clothes. I just Sat there and sobbed my heart out. I didn?t know what the fuck to do. Finally one guy who stood with his buddies and laughed at me, handed me a note in an envelope, a note from dale10. It gave me another locker number and said some clothes for me were in there. Well, I opened the locker and found a. No way I was going to tell her the truth. After talking for a while, Eliza asked me how I was feeling, and I told her that I seemed to be doing better since she got there. She asked if I would mind if she laid down on the couch as well. About a million thoughts raced through my mind in the next three seconds. But I told her, "That'll be great." Eliza stood and reached behind her, unzipping her sundress. I was in shock and wondering if it was really happening. Eliza looked down at me with a. Well, not in any way that does not make me sound like, either, a pretty sad case or some sort of pervert or something. It’s all a bit embarrassing to attempt to explain actually, but I will try. I was thirty-six at the time and had just come out of a pretty disastrous five year relationship. For the life of me, I can’t figure out how that affair had lasted as long as it did, for we had very little in common. Well, that’s if you don’t take into account a mutual appreciation of sex. But hey man,. They both lay back exhausted and she felt his limp cock and fondled it until it began growing again. she asked if he wanted to go up to the family room where they could lay on the hide-a-bed and enjoy a good fucking. he asked bout me again and she said he is a sound sleeper. He agreed and they came up to the family room. She said she was going to get a fresh robe since the other one got soaked by the tub. He agreed and went to the family room to wait for her. She came to the bedroom where i was.