Your thanks are enough.”She giggled, “But I want to. I liked doing it and I was hoping we could do it again, at least once. I know we’re just fr...ends, so I don’t have the wrong idea.”The problem it presented was Kara, and, honestly it might bother Sofia as well. And that bothered me. As much as I wanted to take Wen up to my room right then and there, I had to turn her down. At least for the moment.“Wen, I appreciate it, but I’m really beat and preoccupied. I just flew back from Cincinnati and. He came back with a box of latex gloves and a bottle of Gun Oil lube asking me, “Did you clean out?” I told him I did and that I was “like a good scout, always prepared” when it came to bottoming, which made him chuckle. After gloving up his right hand and applying more than ample lube, he instructed me to relax as he took my right leg, put it over his shoulder, teased my hole and then slid his finger inside of me and applied some gentle pressure on my prostate, just holding it for a few. Sorry for such a quick turn around, but a situation happened last night that happened to me a few years back. I wanted to write about it. This story will be shorter than most of my others.On Wednesday afternoon, I stopped into a convenience store to get milk. This store is also a gas station, and when I walked out, I saw a crying young woman rifling through her car. When I asked her what was wrong, she told me that she was almost out of gas. She was looking for her wallet with her credit card. And she was right. He worked her to a frenzied, fever pitch and when he had her nearly out of her mind with lust, he stopped. "Give me a couple minutes, then come to the restroom," he said. She nodded, her panting preventing speaking easily.He got up and went back to the restroom and waited and sure enough a minute or so later he heard a soft knock on the door. He opened the door and pulled her quickly inside and immediately pressed her to the back of the closed door and kissed her hard as he.