We ordered our starters and main courses and then got into more natter about life.Brad told us that Miss Brookes had been somewhat ditzy over the past...couple of days – maybe the lack of sexual completion was impacting her although she hadn’t capitulated in the same way as Susan Jones. Shelly said that Susan had been in a good mood towards her today and that after last night she would like to have some more liaisons with Susan. I had a couple of thoughts on that one – I wanted to see more of the. ..by another guy. It wasn't love, yuck. It was an extremely pleasant diversion that no one except a guy could provide. It messed with my mind when I thought about it, but in spite of my best intentions, I couldn't stay away. Tommy was the first, last, and only guy to ever fuck my ass. He was 35, 15 years younger than I, whom I had come to meet somewhat accidently. He was recently split from his wife, and worked at the University near me. He mentioned that he was having difficulty finding a. Ryan recognized perhaps the only upside to his losses: he could absolutely do whatever he wanted. The most important people in his life were gone, and that would ache forever, but he couldn’t help but notice the liberating sense that came from knowing he had no one to be accountable to, and no one’s standards or expectations to live up to. He was far from home, had lots of money, was blessed with very good looks, and had been through hell and had nothing to lose anymore, so he certainly could. I unfashioned the button, and as his hips rose slightly, I pulledthose black cotton pants down some. He kicked off his shoes and I couldtell he wanted his pants gone. I pulled them off of him, but all the whilefeeling his legs during the removal process. His skin was so soft.My right hand was finding it's way back to his black nylon briefs, when heasked me to put on another pair of his nylon underwear with the soccershorts on top. I was finding this strangely but seriously stronglyarousing;.