I was born on Feb 28, 1947. My parents were very good parents. They were very liberal but not quite hippies. They had no bodily issues so I grew up kn...wing all about the male and female human bodies and what they did with each other. I even saw my parents having sex a few times although they didn’t know it at the time. My mother gave me a great sex talk. She even showed me how to masturbate and I had my first orgasm soon afterward. I had a great childhood. My parents went camping a lot and we. . if you are tired of that cold lonely bed every night and wondering if you even worthy of another's company, I am here to show you the answer." W-what do I have to do?" she asked hesitantly."That's the easy part, Karen... all you have to do is ask me. You already know how I feel about you. I know that I am younger than the men you are used to dating probably... It might be weird at first dating someone the same age as your son. But we are both adults and let's face it, Karen... the men you. Gay, Bi, TVTS, Straight… Whatever you like, there’s usually something to watch. I’m always quick to get hard so I looked around over my cubicle wall and heard the usual sounds of other movies playing and the muffled sounds of other guys messing around, it seemed pretty safe in there to kick off my shorts and work my cock and balls. After a few minutes the door opened and a pretty big African-American dude walked in. You never can tell if it’s someone of authority, so I pulled the shorts. "No, nothing rang." She states simply. I nod and look up at the ceiling. "Are you hungry?" I ask her. "No, I'm fine. If you're tired you may go to sleep. I will watch the house." She tells me. I think for a moment, wondering whether or not to leave her alone again. "Are you sure you'll be okay? Just sitting and looking at the door must be boring! You can do something else if you'd like." I say. "I am still quite tired. The sound of the door woke me up." She admits. "The house will be fine,.