As our tongues took to each other, she cupped my bulge with her hand and started massaging my rock hard cock.Finally, she left me gasp for breath and ...nvited me to sit down."That was just to break the ice and give you a hint of how much fun awaits you," she said. "Do sit down." Wow!" I blurted. "That would make ice burn." Great," she said. "By the way, you have a promising bulge."I blushed."Don't blush, young man," she said. "You must be proud of it. Now tell me. Have you been fantasizing about. ” She thought for a moment, “Yes, that’s true. A lot of people find the person they will fall for in establishments like yours; helped on by the lowering of inhibitions by the drink you supply them.” “Smart as well as beautiful,” he told her as he walked back with her drink in hand. She accepted the drink, sipped it and was unable to stop the appreciative moan that followed, “How did you know I drank rum?” she asked, with the taste of the Daiquiri on her lips. “I’ve worked in bars and clubs. Not because I want to change things, but because I don’t want to change things. I WANT to keep running together, and saying prayers together, and going to church together.”“Jocelyn doesn’t want to do those things?”“Running is one thing she can’t do. She has an exercise program her physical therapist gave her, but running would be really hard on her hips and pelvis because of the repairs they did. She might come to church with us from time to time. She’s been to my church a few times and she’s. I was wondering if I had made a mistake in not letting him suck me off. After all, it would not make me queer to have a guy suck me. He would be the queer, not me. Without realizing it, I was stroking my cock which had gotten very hard. Once I realized what I was doing, it was too late, and I had a thunderous orgasm.That very night I dreamed about picking up the same cocksucker and letting him suck me off. When I orgasmed in his mouth, I woke up and realized I had just had a wet dream. I had.