Suddenly, a bolt of panic shot through him as he remembered he was a virgin then asked, “What’s your idea?”“Let’s put on some music--I got F...ank and a nice Mel Torme CD. We can dance and wouldn’t that be romantic. Isn’t that a good idea?”“Yeah, that does sound romantic,” Chester answered, realizing the last time he danced with a woman was at his friend, Eddie’s wedding and that was with Mrs. Kozinski, Eddie’s mother. “Yes, let’s finish up our coffee and put on that Sinatra record you have. Did. . Do you know the Queen song, ‘Radio Ga-Ga’?”“Yes, I’ve heard it.”“The line -- Radio, someone still loves you ... That’s me. I fell in love with radio in college.”“You’re a college grad?” she asked.“No -- I dropped out my junior year. I was an electrical engineering major, but I spent too much time hanging around the campus radio station and not enough time with my studies. I got my GROL...”“What’s that?”“It’s a General Radiotelephone Operator’s License -- from the FCC. It certifies I have. I was looking forward to getting into my cosy bed at home. I was terrified, I cried, I fought. I was 17. Things have changed since then. At first he was cruel, he threatened constantly and paced like a wild animal in a cage. He was anxious and contemplative. He hit me, tied me up and took my virginity violently. He sodomised and slapped me, cursing like a maniac. He inserted all sorts into my tight hole as I was tied up and left me in the same way for days, coming back often and torturing me. But I managed to pop another load in her and when I pulled out and turned her husband was standing there. "Good job! Any time you want some of this pussy you just let me know, Bess likes young cock and my cock is old and can not keep up with her young pussy, it will be nice to have a young man next door that come over and fuck her on a regular basis." Mr. Keller said as he patted me on the back. I liked this idea as I figured I did not need a condom with an older woman and I liked fucking Mrs..