She said her leg hurt. We were on our way home ... we were near Oxford ... and she got really ill. She died, Jan. I took her into Oxford, to hospital....But she died, Jan..." I'm on my way home, Dad." No need, darling. There's nothing you can do..." Yes, there is. I can cry on your shoulder, Dad." The call ended with a click and he hung up.Thirty-six hours passed in a blur; he couldn't have said what time of day it was, merely responding to his body's demands – the toilet, water, dozing in a. I stopped at a bar, had a small beer to slake my thirst, then moved on, seeking...what?I walked past the whores. I knew I was fucking horny, wanting to get laid, wanting to get off, wanting to cum. But none of the girls were turning me on. What the fuck was happening to me?Then I saw it. Red-lit in neon. “Gay Cinema” it said. Now, I always knew that before I died I had to suck a cock. Was this my chance? Who knew? So, trembling, I went in, walked to the desk where the clerk for the place was. She could feel his cock now pressing into her stomach. He leaned down and kissed her. At first she tried to push him away and then, as if surrendering to a superior force, returned the kiss.He smiled and kissed her again. “See miss, you have nothing to fear. You are a very sexy woman and you need a man to show you pleasure. I am that man” he said. “You seem very sure of yourself” Sandra said, trying to sound indifferent. But the tingling between her legs and the hardening of her nipples showed. I didn't think I would be able to get it up that last time, but Merilee proved me wrong with a great oral rescue. We didn't try anything special that first night. Just regular sex except for her being on top the second time. She liked that.As the months progressed we both became more adventuresome in bed. She was a terrific lover, with lots of enthusiasm and happy to try new things. We were the perfect couple, but I hadn't had the nerve to talk about making us a permanent couple. I was sure.