At least as far as I was concerned.We managed to get through the rest of the term without speaking to each other and then it was June and no school un...il late August.I worked full time for Uncle Jim and dated some. I had one what I guess you could call an affair with a woman whose car I'd worked on. She was a good ten years older than me, but so what? She was good looking and she loved sex. It lasted five weeks and ended when she told me that her husband would be coming home from an overseas. I am an introvert by nature and still feeling bruised by the divorce even three years later so wasn’t all that keen on blending. I kept asking myself what the hell I was thinking about – I wasn’t ready for this! But having paid the fairly rich price for the weekend, I figured I had better give it a try. I changed into casual slacks (my legs aren’t that pretty and I figured I didn’t think anyone was quite ready for them on first meeting) and a cool short-sleeved shirt. Grabbing my room key card,. She slid a finger inside her cunt. God, that felt good. She was so horny. It seemed crazy for her to be hot like that, when she felt so bad, her spirits so low. Well, she thought, it just went to show how sensuous she was, that she could still be feeling sexy when she should be cold as a fish.She continued fondling her cunt. She slid two fingers deep inside her pussy and twirled them around and around. She moaned with rising passion. She jerked the fingers in an out several times. She could. I gulped and stammered, “Sir, I’m not gay.” “That may be Tommy, but you do not have a place to stay tonight, if you suck my cock you will have a nice warm place to stay. I’m not gay either, but I love my cock sucked, and my wife refuses to suck me, so I search out young men that I find attractive. I would love for you to service me,” he said. My pie arrived, and things got quiet again. My mind was racing as I ate the pie and ice cream, without really enjoying it. How was I going to respond, I.