Simon had been killed in action. He was my friend and mentor at the bookshop. Again the shop closed for a few days as a mark of respect. That evening ... was trying to enjoy a glass of apple wine but my thoughts were distant.Why did I never allow Mr. Simon to fuck me in the book cellar? He had been trying for years. Did he meet his death never having enjoyed intimate times with a female? I felt guilt! The wine had taken its toll on me. My overcoat was all that was needed as I slipped out into the. We shared our beds, alternating where we slept each night. The one night we attempted to go out for dinner, I ended up giving him a blowjob in his car while still in the garage. We ended up ordering pizza and staying home. I watched from the top of the stairs one afternoon while he kissed his girlfriend's nipples and fingered her pussy. Mark knew I was there. He had lied to Amy, telling her I was at a friend's house. When Mark brought her to an orgasm, the poor girl passed out. Mark looked up. She was sucking my toungue and lower lip so good. I broke the kiss and said her to sit on knees and she sat. So I put my cock in her mouth. She sucked it so well as a pornstar. She took my whole cock inside and was sucking it like a lollypop. It was so good. I jerked in her mouth the whole and she swalled it all. She was still in mood and didnt cum yet so I inserted my fingers in her pussy and started fingering her badly. She was moaning ahhhhhh hhaaaaa fuck me hard ahhhhhhh hahaaaa ayaaaaaaaa.. And it was. Just not the way I was thinking.Well, I got the instamatic, automatic hard-on that I had been mentally working on day and as she came up to me, I was about half way up the flag pole, when, WHAM. She brought her knee up into my crotch and I fell to the floor in front of her grabbing my nuts and gasping for air! "So you have never been to the Brass Ass before, hmmm? The GPS in the car says you were there Saturday, you lying sack!" she said as she moved behind me.I opened my eyes.