Oh no," he added as Marie bent to pick up the tray, "I can carry this myself. God knows I do little enough real work anymore." In the kitchen, the wat...r was nearing its proper temperature. Marie took the laundry, collected the night before, and the box of soap flakes, and began to take off her overclothes. This was partly to protect the freshly starched fabric from the hot water, and partly to keep her cool in the heat of the laundry. She didn't ask her employer to avert his eyes, knowing that. And its all laid out in probably too much detail in the first instalment of my second gay encounter - Close Encounters of the Second Time: The First second Time...sorry, lets get back on track. What happened was this. I wanted to have some fun with a guy for only the second time.At the late age of 51 I had, for various reasons, decided to taste the delights of cock hunting. After quite a bit of prevarication, I had eventually hooked up with a wonderful man called John who introduced me to gay. She said, “Beg me baby. Let me know how much you want my cock.” I said please between labored breaths. She pushed the head into me slowly. I exhaled loudly. She kept popping the head in and out slowly saying, “There we go your starting to loosen up a bit aren’t you?” I said yes through clinched teeth as I grabbed handfuls of the couch. She made one long thrust until she bottomed out her hips grinding against my ass cheeks. She said, “That’s a good slut I knew you could take every fucking inch. Zubeydeh was finding this reporter difficult to understand. An interview meant asking questions to discover facts and feelings, didn't it? This young woman seemed to want only to confirm her already formed prejudices. Tiggs, for her part, found the thought of meeting someone with one's most private parts on display was shocking, but even that paled to insignificance against the implication that incest was happening.When they had drunk their coffee, Zubeydeh decided to take charge of this.