As we were drinking, he started asking me allkinds of questions about Terry and me, and things we did together. I was alittle uncomfortable telling h...m and avoided details and descriptions. He then gave me the shock of my life. He asked me if I would give him ablowjob so he could see what it was like. At first I didn't know what tosay. Here he was, asking me do something I fantasized about. I had toldTerry after meeting Adam that I thought he was cute and I joked that Iwouldn't mind. I looked down. "No." I admitted. "I'm not okay." What's wrong?" Hellen asked. "Is it because my sister is sterile and can't bear you children?" Oh, God no." I said, looking up at her. "It's just that she has been bossing me around ever since we got married, and I don't know how much longer our marriage will last."Hellen blinked, but then she started to smile. I was about to frown at her before she straddled my waist and sat down on my lap so that she was facing me. As my cock started to grow. Beth picked the cycling shorts out of the basket and gingerly stroked the fabric. She carefully lifted the crotch area to her nose and sniffed. She could smell Geraldine’s sweat. Fuck how sweet it was! ‘Oh Geraldine!’ she whispered. Beth perched herself on the toilet seat and inspected the lycra shorts. Beth closed her eyes and sniffed. Meanwhile her other hand stroked the crotch of her jodhpurs, pressing her knees together, making her riding boots squeak with friction. That’s when Geraldine. I was still living with my two fantastic roommates in our three-bedroom apartment in the middle of the picturesque ‘Gundeli’ district in Basel, which I used to call my humble home base.I remember that shameful Saturday afternoon like the still-painfully haunting memory it is, cursing myself for it every time my laughable excuse for a brain decides that it’s time for my daily dose of self-indulgent reminiscence in the sheer innumerable chances I keep passing on.She—for the sake of simplicity,.