In turn, he dragged down the back of my boxer a little bit and grabbed my bare ass. He also began teasing and rubbing my crack and partially penetrati...g hole with the tip of his fingers. After joyfully alternating beer gulps with my lips, he finally took off his hand from my butt and placed it on top of my head, leading me to get down on him. I got the message. While dragging kisses over the fabric of his shirt, I slowly lowered myself until I was sitting on the sofa and my face was leveled. That was what I'd call, um, well, that was... okay listen, we can still be adventurous without rolling the dice. I just, I don't know. I quite frankly get turned on by seeing a guy sexually aroused with you, period. And yes, just imagining a guy blowing a half a billion sperm deep in your pussy drives me sexually nuts. But we just don't know a thing about those guys on the beach. Seriously, who knows what those nineteen or twenty-year-old guys down at the beach could have, and besides, the over. ”“I don’t remember ever seeing you with anyone when you visited. Are you gay?”That got a laugh. A big one, too.“No. I am so not gay.” I paused, licking my lips in thought, deciding to be upfront with her. “Liz – your mom – didn’t much care for my taste in women, so it was easier to visit by myself.”“Mom can be… yeah,” she said, nodding, her head turned towards the side window so that she could watch the countryside as we drove.“How about you?” I asked. “Boyfriend?”“Not right now, no.” she. ” He said as he got up, moving about in his room. I was deeply embarrassed and maybe even ashamed, to do such a thing, when he could come back and see it I reluctantly did as I was asked, figuring he knew more then I did about sex. Oh, was that the truth! He returned a short minute or two later, with something in his hand. I wanted desperately to stop touching myself, but continued in fear he would think I didn’t know how to please him. He would not show me what was in his hand, simply telling.