But what about Bob? Bob was, without doubt, pretty much gay. Of course, he'd been married once. He even had a son and daughter, and, according to him,...he and his ex-wife were, in his words: "Good friends. Better than we were when we'd been married!" When I knew Bob (this is now close to five years ago), he was still working (even at the age of 67). Later, when he retired, that was when he started a glory hole in the privacy of his townhouse, and that was when I began seeing him in that capacity. "Come on," he said. "There's a festival at a little Buddhist temple out in country that I don't want to miss." Buddhism?" I asked sleepily."It's really special." We rented a boat with an outboard motor and the driver piloted us through miles of canals and rice paddies to a tropical paradise. A small gilded, high-roofed temple rose over the statue of a reclining Buddha wreathed in clouds of sweet-smelling incense. The Buddha smiled benignly upon a gathering of perhaps two hundred people dressed. For some reason, it felt so pleasurable. Moving lower, she trailed wet kisses to my mound. Then I watched as she raised herself up. Using her knee, she spread my right leg over. Then she did the same with my left leg. I watched as she lowered herself between my legs. She looked up at me, smiling."Lay back and enjoy this, but remember what you feel," she said.I thought it was a little odd the way she said it, but I wanted this so bad. Her fingers felt so good as she stroked them along my pussy. Close behind, an entire spitted bullock slowly turns, bathed in flames, smoke, and shimmering heat. One of Sylvia’s amazing art mirages.“Hi, Uncle Phil!” Gidget sniffs the air appreciatively. “Nice party? Sybil and I were just wondering, when do you want to get underway.”“As soon as possible!”“But Uncle Phil, everybody is having such a nice time!”“Some of us have been busy working, and haven’t had a chance to eat yet!” Sybil pouts, “Everything smells so good! Can’t we wait till morning and.