"Are you sure? You're ready, you think?"He leaned in and kissed me. "I think about you all the time. I really want this... love all these feelings whe... I'm with you."I kissed him back and whispered, "I would love nothing more than to have sex with you, Nate."His face turned apprehensive - a look I had seen with each new experience I had with him."So... how do we do this?" he asked.Damn, he's so vulnerable and I need to be very careful with him. I kissed him again. "Well, when you have. We were really getting into our exploration when Greg sheepishly admitted, “you know, my wife rarely touches my cock.”I pulled back and looked at him with a devilish grin. “She does give you oral sex, doesn’t she?”. He shook his head no. “Hmmmmm… I could take care of that if you’d like me to…”. I love, love, love giving blowjobs and I could tell that Greg was sexually frustrated. He didn’t say a word as I fully unzipped his ski pants, and insulated long johns, and pulled them down to his. I used to speak with everyone in a friendly manner but used to be so decisive about my friends’ circle.But, after a couple of months, my best friend fell in love (at least I thought so) with a guy and she started talking with me less and less every day. She started to go out with his gang who were 4 guys and 3 girls.Most of them were rich and used to spend money like water and I used to wonder how Shreya can afford to go out with them. Then one day, I confronted her. I burst into tears and. To cut a long story short, met a lady who claimed she was 34 and a lonely housewife. I persuaded her to meet me in a public place and she reluctantly agreed. We met at an outlet near the highway and I realized she would be much older, probably 38-39 but I didn’t touch upon it. She was not too good looking but she had a good figure and a hard body, seemed like a body hardened with years of manual work. We generally chit chatted and then parted after exchanging numbers. On Sunday afternoon she.