A guy like me, in fact! In some chatting I learned that her name was Gertrude. She was a white woman, slightly over weight with blonde hair. We agree... to have dinner at her place after some small talk. I went with one intention. It was quite obvious in my attire. I showed up in black pants and a black tank top with a bottle of Jameson. Her place was decorated in a retro chic Austin Powers type of way. It was quite flattering. She had a white piano as well. She smoked way too many cigarettes. Sometimes for months, but recently it had been only days that had gone by until I wanted to shove that purple silicone cock back up my ass, letting it rub against my prostate until I came hard in the oversized chair at my computer. I wasn't completely sure how I felt about it, but it didn't matter, I was alone, and horny, and wanted it. Today was no different, so I chatted with several different people, making up wild stories together as I sat there naked, when one of my accounts. As the night wore on more and more people started to leave, I was sitting at a booth with Kevin, Paul, Wanda, Nancy and Sally when the last of the stragglers said their good-byes and left the six of us behind.“Where to next?” Wanda asked.“It looks like this place is going to close soon.” Said Kevin, “Let’s go to a club or something.”“We could go to my place.” Said Wanda, “it’s not far and I’ve got plenty of booze.” We were all a bit tipsy and agreed to head off to Wanda’s. We piled into two. Just maybe have a replay of Friday night, only with a better ending. I looked at her with a shocked smile, I too was horny, but was trying to do what I thought was right. She said it wouldn't be like having full on sex, just some fun to ease our passion. I told her if we done this we would have to set some ground rules in order to keep us honest. Sara agreed, so we started to set the rules for our plying together.I told her we couldn't have any full on body contact, just our hands, no genital.