Although, we were not in ideal conditions, I knew this is what I was born to do…I was a filthy cock sucker and I would do anything or put myself in ...ny compromising condition so I could suck a man’s dick. It seemed like only seconds, but I had already been greasing his pole with my saliva for about 5 or 6 minutes. I could hear his soft grunts beginning to build and I honestly didn’t care if someone walked by and heard me being a sissy faggot. He placed his hands on my head and I knew I was. When I got to Ted's house my heart was pounding with excitement and nervousness again and my semi erect penis bulged in my shorts. He said hello and we went inside and, after a couple of minutes of slightly awkward small talk, he led the way into the living room which had the curtains drawn again. The fact that the curtains were drawn at mid day signalled to me that there was no question that we would be enjoying some more sexual pleasures and my cock was now pretty much fully hard and bulging. "Early drink today I think Steve" she said smiling. "You have a lot to do so go into the garden. The sunbeds are ready". She came out of the back door with a bottle of wine and two glasses. She filled each glass and patted the sunbed.We laid on the sunbeds and I gulped down my glass of wine. I was so nervous."Wow that was fast ! You aren't nervous are you ?" she said with a smile on her face. She refilled my glass. We laid in the sun listening to the radio and chatting and as each glass of wine. She thought about how he dropped everything to drive here when she called, just because she needed someone to talk to. And she would forever remember the feel of his arms around her. She lay in her bed, twisting, burning for him. All this time she felt his presence just down the hall, sleeping on her sofa. All she need do was walk down the hall to be with him. She hadn’t even closed the bedroom door tonight. She always closed her door, every night, never failing. She often locked it once her.