I answered enthusiastically, “Yes.” Roger said, “I have to go, but I will meet you at the bus station tomorrow at 1:00 PM, and don’t be late.�...� I returned to the YMCA and paid for a room for the night. Entering the room my mind was whirling around with thoughts of sucking Roger’s cock. I began to wonder if this meant I was gay. I had to admit I did not find sucking Roger unpleasant, and although his cum was salty and a bit bitter, I actually did like the taste. Later I fell in to a fitful sleep.. Months ago his wife had figured out that he secretly liked tohandle her lingerie and that he had even purchased several pairs ofpanties, which he kept hidden in the back of his closet. When sheconfronted him he was relieved that she didn't fly into a rage.Instead she told him that she understood his needs and would help himto satisfy them. Somehow, since then, her offer to assist hadtransformed into controlling his life. He wanted to simply fondlepanties but she insisted that he needed to. .. jerking off wasn't good enough, so I took a shower, I cleaned everything that needed to be clean, then I shaved every bodypart that needed shaving, and completely fresh, I made my way to the local porntheater. On a Sunday afternoon, there are usually some cock hungry guys around, sometimes a slutty MILF or a fresh hooker. Today appeared to be no different. When I entered and paid the fee, the regular tranny hooker wasn't there, but at the same time, I entered, a gay couple entered too, and. There was still much exploring to do in my new home. Rooms upon rooms full of old newspapers and various collected objects, a closet stacked high with coffee cans and mayonnaise jars and a room with bags and bags of old wigs. "Max you were one odd Duck!" I said to no one in particular.I spent the next few days cleaning out the spare rooms, I spent a sizable chunk of my inheritance returning some luster to the Manor and by weeks end it looked spectacular. That night I had the most vivid dream I.