"Come onnnn," she laughed, poking it against my hand."No, I cant," I said. I rolled over on my side momentarily lost inthought and said, "I can't."S...e nestled against me and that's when she told me she had a boyfriend. She told me how long they'd been together, what he did, how she lovedhim. She told me how she'd foresworn women until that day in thedressing room.I laughed. "Why do you work where you do then?"She laughed too and said, "Because I love lingerie?" "But I don'tknow," she said.. I did find out she wasn’t married or dating anyone. The subject of the type of person she dated never came up but I did tell her I was bi-sexual. Myra didn’t make any comment.Going to the coffee shop every afternoon that Myra worked and sharing general chit chat, I finally got up the nerve to ask her out. To my surprise and delight, she said, “I would love to,” and we immediately made arrangements for a dinner date. We agreed to meet at my studio and Myra was punctual, arriving on the dot of. The lad sucking had moved off my cock but reached over and pulled my breifs down too. As he moved his mouth back to my knob the other young guy moved behind me and I felt his hard cock run between my crack. I grinded into his crotch and I could feel our suckers saliva on his dick slicking up my hole. Next minute, his cock was slipping inside me as my dick was being serviced by our sucker. I pulled my cock out of his mouth and jacked it as his tongue started licking and cleaning my balls.. This mid-winter, however, the work was still unfinished as Jack was doing most of the internal work himself in between his lucrative contract work. So that was one side of Jennifer’s broken family.There was a much bigger age difference in the relationship on the other side of Jennifer’s splintered parentage.Andy Webster and his girlfriend Layla, were aged 60 and 26 respectively. Andy ran a small haulage firm, based on the edge of the town, right next to the local airfield. His ex-wife still.