Rather, I thought of myself (and still do) as bisexual, with an occasional penchant for something like gay sex. But what about Bob? Bob was, without d...ubt, pretty much gay. Of course, he'd been married once. He even had a son and daughter, and, according to him, he and his ex-wife were, in his words: "Good friends. Better than we were when we'd been married!" When I knew Bob (this is now close to five years ago), he was still working (even at the age of 67). Later, when he retired, that was. It was as if I had lost all control over my lower extremities. She continued working my dick until she had gotten every last drop I had to give. I collapsed on top of her and rolled off; my head was at the foot of the bed with her feet next to me.I reached around, under her legs, rolled towards her and hugged them together. I slowly released her and slightly parted her legs. She wasn’t saying anything; she just laid there breathing deeply, collecting her energy. I took my left hand and began to. I don’t want you to forget me.Me: Did you just call me your date?Pari: Yes. You are my boyfriend for a few minutes.Me: LOL. So, this would be our first-time sex?Pari: Hmm. Yes. You can call that a sex.Me: But how?Pari: Wait. Let me show you.She wore just a t-shirt and a half trouser when she started the chat. When she started the seduction part, she placed her toned legs in front of the webcam. Then, she slowly removed her trouser and exposed her hot thighs and legs.Although she had her panties. In fact we had even contacted strangers on the internet but for one reason or another they never seemed to work out. While I was certainly the one pushing for a threesome if always amazed me how wet she would get when we discussed it and just how horny she could get when pushed. Given that nothing had worked out previously and we never seemed to have enough alone time to find and arrange time with another partner, I came up with another suggestion. At first it seemed strange but as we made love.