I had got as far as a few meetings which inevitably ended in just a bit of mutual masturbation, or maybe a blow job (I honestly think these older, mic...o-cocks just wanted to experience a large cock in their hands).The problem I was experiencing was entirely down to my unusual approach to my sexual preference. I really should clear this up, especially given how the last chapter ended. I just love sex. All types of sex. If it involves genitals, I’m all for it, men and women. I had been struggling. It was just after nine o'clock, and the sun rays had already begun to heat up the apartment. I got up and used the bathroom, I had to pee badly and had a nasty case of morning breath. I found some mouthwash, took a big swig, and gargled.I stood there, looking in the mirror. My hair was a mess, and I was slightly hung over. The apartment was quiet, no one was awake, and I had no way to get home. I had promised Debbie that I'd meet her at her house at noon. I decided that I'd go into his room,. . That you could still do it?Yeah.I thought so.Heh.You can, you know.I find it strange, still.You would. You'll get used to it. But listen, I have a schedule to keep. Could you wash the necessary bits, and get out of that shower?Schedule? What schedule?I'll explain. Out!Lasco turned off the water, more interested in what Lucilla was talking about than the hot shower. She'd been in before him, and he was curious to see what she'd been doing since.He left the bathroom, a towel around his waist,. I loved it, although most of the women were my age or older. The one exception was Norma Jean from Arkansas. She was forty-something and decided on a cruise to celebrate her divorce. She made no secret about her availability. I made no secret of my vulnerability. As a result, we spent time together on the dance floor and in my stateroom. Norma Jean was addicted to oral sex. Intercourse was fine, but she liked to play between my legs most of all . She was creative too. Norma could do things with.