We'll work it out. I love you. I'm not going to send you away ... not ever." I said to comfort her.Slowly Calley's quivers abated as I caressed her ba...k and sides. I softly kissed at her tears. I almost didn't notice the subtle change in Calley. Her breathing became heavier and she was caressing me back. Her face, still puffy from crying was taking on a flush. I realized Calley was becoming sexually aroused. This reminded me she was sitting nude on my lap, my shorts and pajamas still around my. But I was afraid and waiting for the right moment. I use to stare at her juicy lips and sexy boobs. One night I saw her pressing her boobs into her nighties.My cock became hard and I was jerking and went to the washroom and did a handjob thinking about the same. Later once she was doing the same again. She noticed that I was starring at her boobs. Still, sometimes she used to touch her neck as if it was scratching or itching this continued.Maybe she was also feeling towards me as she didn’t. Unlikely friendship, because I’m in my 30’s and gay, Sean is 62 and married but it worked and we always got on well. Sean is about 5”10, grey and thick set with a big belly, which has been the butt of our jokes a number of times. We always had banter and I think the appeal was because he made me laugh some much with his wicked sense of humour. I had been tempted many of times to make a move, because we quite often lift share, however I was uncertain how he would react, because even though we. ”“I figured that you were going to spend the day worshiping my butt.”“I can do that, if that is what you want.”Then she asked the first BIG question of our pseudo-relationship.“Mick. Seriously ... can I come home with you?”“Bambi. Seriously ... I haven’t truly decided. Last night was the first time I had slept with anyone since my divorce over ten years ago. It felt as wonderful as I remember. Warm skin against warm skin has got to be the best feeling in the world.”“Really?”“Well for me.”“What.