Mike slid the door closed and with excitement went to find his friends, sure enough he told them all about it already. His friends started to tell him...he should fuck Nancy (his sisters friend). Mike was a virgin and hadn't even yet touched a pussy or made out with a girl. Even porn was hard to get back in those days so imagination is all they had to jerk off to. The following day he and his 2 buddies were lounging by the pool talking about pussy. None of them had ever had any but acted like. He was sitting at his desk and there were tears rolling down his cheeks. Clearly the sadness of the loss of his wife was something that would take quite a long time to get over.I cradled his head against my bosom and the flood gates just opened. I had never seen a man cry and it affected me greatly. I stayed with him for quite a while until his son came back from doing book deliveries around the town.Once I was back in my little room I somehow managed to block out the sad events of the day, and. The story is slow and sensual and written mostly from a woman's point of view, so this is not something for the ones who like to go straight to the point. I do have a special man in mind as inspiration for this story, but you can of course see what man or woman you like when you read this, that's the great thing about a fantasy. This turned out to be pretty long in the end, and English isn't my main language so I don't always find the right words, but I hope you enjoy it anyway!. Martin had been fighting with his conscience, he knew it was very wrong, but had already made ‘enquires’. He was fed up being the partner in his firm, giving instructions and orders, he wanted to be ill treated, dominated, used and abused and he hardly was going to get that at home. He had decided to do it, why not, he hardly did anything out the ordinary, it was about time he had some pleasure.Walking down Baker Street after 6 pm on a weekday evening was a sobering experience, all the office.