A couple of Saturdays past along then the opportunity came up to meet again I jumped at the chance, so before I knew it I was back on the train - then...in her car then at her house ,she made coffee again which seemed to last forever then penny asked if I fancied going upstairs then? I wasn’t going to say no was I so I followed her upstairs where she showed me into her bedroom telling me to get undressed hun I said yes pulling my trousers down I was hard as rock I’d been waiting for this for what. "In fact I've been one all of my life." But you were married, you had two kids," Joyce said in surprise, but then added. "I'm sorry, it's really none of my business." No, I want us to be friends so let me tell you," Sharon insisted. "Unless you already have a problem with it and I won't." No, no I don't have any problem with it," Joyce replied. "In fact, I've never even known anyone who was, and living in New York that's saying a lot. Please go ahead." Well, back when I was in my teens, I was. Anyway back to the first time i saw her, it was several years ago now and i was at a party of a friend of a friends. It was an average kind of thing, lots of drink and load music. I spent most of the night chatting with people i knew and even the odd dance. A few hours in i decided to do a tour of the house, as i climbed the stairs i could hear the sound of cheers coming from one of the rooms, once on the landing i could see a few guys milling around by a door. I wandered over to see what the. I took a hand mirror, pulled my legs back as far as I could and looked at my ass. It was still stretched and loose from the poundings Carl had given it the night before. I slid my finger in, and it was sore and swollen. But it felt good, in a weird way. For the first time in this whole ordeal, I thought about how I was always very attracted to women, and never really thought about doing anything “gay”. And now, all of a sudden, I was a little bitch for this old Black man. I did all of the.