Waiting for his drink, he checked out the people gathered in the bar. In the far corner was a table of retirees, the ladies with flower-festooned cock...ails in coconuts whilst the men were sticking to their Australian-made chilled beers with frothy heads. A number of the tables were taken by honeymooners making lover-dovey eyes at each other, whilst other tables were occupied by couples enjoying a quiet time. As Greg’s eyes moved down the end of the bar he noticed a striking young woman perched. I understand that there is no way to eliminate all the risks, but my rules give me some comfort. I normally only want to meet with older married men, who just aren’t getting all that they need sexually at home, and who do not want to reciprocate. It seems like a lot of wives lose interest in sex in their forties, and I've found that many men start looking for some other form of release at about that time. Those men usually consider themselves to be straight, and just want a good blowjob, and. Music comes on. He's heard this before. This isn't happening... His solar plexus is being wrung. The music is from a compilation he has on his computer. A half-hour long compilation of amateur couples fucking, of cocks cumming in waiting mouths and gaping pussies, of tongues tasting it, of lovers eating each other's cum, men eating their creampies. The freaking Sistine Chapel of Sperm is what that movie is. He knows it almost by heart that's how often he's watched it, that's how often he's. But I remained unmoved. He then put my cock in his mouth and started to give a blowjob. I enjoyed it a lot and started to morn slowly.He then came back and made me hold his cock. I thought of jumping from my bed and have it in my mouth but didn’t do it of fear. But I hold his cock tightly as if I won an award for the first time. He again started to kiss me on my lips but this time with some force.All the time he was kissing him never hurt me. I left his cock as I got a doubt that he was aware.