He was actually a few years younger then me, but more gorwn up then guys twice his age. He was a good old boy, sweet with good manners. He lived north...of the city a little ways and was down here having a night out. I had an online ad that he answered. At first I didn't want to respond to him because I didn't want anyone coming over to my place and he had no place in town to go. After hours had passed (with no good responses) I got another message from him and I decided to respond. We chatted. Like in Sherlock Holmes ‘Curious-er and Curious-er’. After a twenty minute drive, we arrived at the house and Doris, the mo-in-law raced inside. I’d no sooner walked in the door to meet the wife and her mom on the way back to her car. “What the hell is going on and where are you going?” “We’ve got to get to Ron’s house. There’s been an accident and I don’t know any of the particulars except Allan is there all alone.” “What about your brother?” “He’s not answering the phone. I’ll call you when I. Love age differences, as long as everyone's 18 or over. Especially mature women.S&M? No.Role playing? Yes, nurse, Secretary, schoolgirl.Kinky? Yes!Have you ever masturbated to:Email messages? No.A chat room dialogue? No.Exchanged stories or pictures? YesHave you ever:Been caught masturbating? Yes, masturbating in bed next to my wife, when I thought she was asleep. She didn’t mind, and helped me by snuggling next to me and stroking my thigh.Masturbated for a man/woman? Yes. Often. Early on my. It was awful but it was utterly, intensely sexual. No love, just rut. I had this weird thought, I remember, seeing myself as the reluctant female and him as the conquering male. He was a primal stranger, forcing himself on me, in me, taking me, getting ready to plant his seed.Getting ready pret-ty soon, I realized. As you might imagine from the pace he set, Peanut was not one to linger and dally. He worked himself into a lather in less than a minute, I'd guess. He started scrunching his face.