I liked the idea of a nice clean place that was heated and air-conditioned. It would be perfect and I could keep it afterwards and take it on vacation...As we looked at several units my wife got frisky and suggested that she could stop in for nooners once in a while. Oh shit. Anyway she was looking at this whole thing just like Pamela was. She talked me into a forty-footer with a fifth wheel that would attach in the bed of my pickup truck for hauling. It had a queen-size bed up over the front. Whilst he was fucking me he kept saying "you like old men eh, you like strangers fucking you, you fat faggot". I couldnt tell you how long he was fucking me but it was incredible, I have a thing for verbal humiliation. He then pulled out and positioned himself in front of me and ordered me to suck. I eagerly obliged, as I love sucking, I was then told to only take my mouth off his cock to answer the questions he was about to ask, and to answer his questions as honestly as possible, and not just. Alex gestured to me. "Ladies choice." There was some uncomfortable tittering as several people realized that Alex had deflected the question rather than answered it."I don't really need..." is as far as I got before Alex cut me off."Hey, Trucker. Come here." He waved Art over, ignoring my protests; the guys by the door grumbled as they went back to their seats. I glanced at Mr. Irwin but he was watching Alex as if he couldn't wait to see what he did next. Alex pulled Art into a huddle and. In fact it took many years for me to come to gripes with the realization that a passion-filled gaze can affect me so powerfully. I never tried to define or analysis what was within me that drew a gaze, nor why it affected me so.Back in the beginning of my self-awareness in my own sexuality; I was a cute kid, a short chubby teen that developed early and a short voluptuous mother and wife. My face retrained a round cuteness through my years - aging appropriately as time progressed.As a young.