It's a public launch, maintained by the Fish Commission, and is periodically patrolled by the State Police. However, being a Sunday night, I didn't fi...ure anyone would disturb us. Nor did I think it would take long. He was 19 or 20. His refractory time was probably good, but experience told me they don't usually last very long. We got to one of the picnic tables and I hauled my fat ass up onto the top. He hopped up and sat down beside me. We started kissing again, and his hand moved under my. I was hoping tomorrow night.”My jaw dropped but the sound of the doorbell suddenly stopped everything in their tracks. It was the takeaway delivery from the restaurant. Isha got up to answer the door. I heard a startled female voice say, “Isha!” before she led her through to the kitchen.The girl looked at me as she placed the large box and a bag down on the table and Isha introduced us. “This is my friend Bill,” she said to her. “Bill, this is Sally.”The girl just nodded.“You’re working. " Jon added and Derrick could barely hold back his blushing as the topic of picking up a woman was reduced to banking terms."Once again Jon, I bask in your holy wisdom and wish that one day it will rub off on me." Derrick replied and Jon shook his head and smirked."I don't rub off on any man, it would make too much of a mess." Derrick pushed his friend away and Jon laughed at his joke before returning to the line up. "So why are you all of the sudden going back?" My parents demanded that I come. After the concert, I got talking to the drummer. We dated a few times, and yes I took him to a motel (not the one Eric and I had so often used – the memory would have been too painful). Mostly out of curiosity to see what it was like to ride a musician. He was a good lover. He was no Eric, for sure, but it did feel nice to have a big hard cock in me again. It had been too long. That relationship didn’t last too long. In August of 2010, I got a surprise email from Eric for my fiftieth birthday..