"I thought I dealt with you last night," I said."Been there, done that, got that T-shirt," he quipped back. "I'm ready to move on to luscious blow job...." That's a crude name for it," I growled. "She has class." Okay," my penis twitched. "I'm ready to move on to luscious suck jobs. You've felt her tongue in your mouth. Now it's my turn." Ohhhh damn," I groaned. "Why do you do this to me?" Other way around, Sport." I don't know how a penis can sound superior, but mine did. "It's your thoughts I. .. yes this has been a fantasy on my mind and I am now knowing it also was on yours...and now the time has come for us to make it really happen"...I chuckle at how pleased we both have become with ourselves. we are both nervous afraid and scared, nervous of what is about to happen, afraid of releasing our emotions and scared of the outcome and ramifications, especially if I fail to maintain my diabetes medication while we are doing this, this thing we call a fantasy." She nods slowly, and. 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 agreed 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. "Are you sure you don't want to..." We have to pick a third," I told him.Chet had to snipe. "Whatcha been doing, Jackson? Sucking Ron's dick?"I turned to Chet. "Thanks for living down to expectation, Chet. That makes this easier. Sorry, Pete -- I only need one back door man." Pete just nodded; he was married, and the wife wasn't present.Stupid to the last, Chet made an ass of himself, rasping, "I KNEW it! All this time you were jerking our chains and you had it all..." He was just warming up.