.. to just a few seconds. She was going to get it hot.I’d not met the client before so this was a special occasion.Judy was the client. She was a 50...year old divorced lady who was equally as petite and curvy as Tess, except that she had much smaller A-cup breasts. Tess told me that she was a natural redhead- top and bottom.She was due to join us soon for the morning.With my cock at full stand, Tess mounted my hips and introduced my fleshy spear into her hot core.“Fuck ... I’ll never get used to. It was crusty and bits of it were stuck together. I realized, to my delight, it was partially covered in dried boy cum.I nearly gasped. My cock started getting hard. I wasn’t sure what to do with this find. Crumple it up and put it back? Throw it in the laundry? Well, that was absolutely not what I was going to do with it.I started by smelling it. There was a staleness to it, the staleness of a month’s worth of cum. How many times had Bobby shot onto this shirt? Or used it to wipe the remains. We had a DMA test performed and ruled out any genes which would have resulted in birth defectsSo it was that we were able to drive over to that state and tie the proverbial knot. We were not ready to strike out on our own since we were facing four years of college before we could earn a decent wage and be able to build a family of our own. In light of that, we continued to live with our parents while pursuing our dreams. Sarah pursuing teaching and me entering the fascinating world of. We both were at the same level of fandom it seemed, and we shared our ignorance about the finer points of football. After the match ended, there was a pause in the conversation and Matt asked "Do you come here often?"I said "Not really, I've been in the last three Saturdays, but I don't know that counts as often."He looked at me oddly and asked "Are you gay, or bi?"I ignored the question and asked him "Is this your local?" He said that he came in when the mood took him. I asked "What mood is.