I had to tell him Friday was out, as I was going to the game and the opening night of races came Saturday night. I planned to watch as a spectator, an... grandpa offered to take me. Sunday afternoon was about all I had.He pondered it for a moment. “I’ll call and pick you up sometime Sunday afternoon. We’ll shoot hoops at my place, or even Tree’s.“Sounds great,” I agreed. “My Sundays belong to me anyway,” I confirmed.Secondly, I found a folded up note in my locker Friday morning, written in. She suddenly snapped again and kicked me out because I was pushing for a more serious relationship (not monogamous mind you just respectful). I just wanted to be acknowledged as a little more than that guy who rents the upstairs. I just asked basic courtesy like could she let me know where she was, so I wouldn’t worry if she didn’t come home. She wanted none of it.On that fateful Friday that she tossed me out I knew something was up. So, there I was jerking off in a hotel room knowing that she. ”“Yes, well…I was scared at my own reactions. I told you I haven’t had sex for years, more than a decade, plus I have never had a successful submissive relationship with anyone, ever. I never knew what I wanted, always thought I was a pervert, and believed that I should avoid such dirty thoughts, that I would rot in hell. But the urges keep coming back.”“Do you think about such things when you play with yourself?” I asked.She looked up sharply at me, then blushed heavily and dropped her eyes.. I told him to wait a few minutes just to make sure your mom leaves. He sat down, and I asked him how his week was. He said it was boring not bring Abel to play with Robert. I got up, looked out the window and seen the car was gone, I said to go ahead and go back to his room. It was about an hour when Robert came up in his underwear and asked if I knew where mom kept her hand lotion. I noticed he had a tent in front, and I started getting hard knowing what they were about to do. I told him, and.