“And what were you thinking about when your finger was moving back and forth inside you? Tell me the absolute truth. “There was no escaping it,...I told him, “I was pretending it was a guy’s dick and I was having sex. “ “Did you cum?” I said no. “So, you’re really here sticking your finger in your cunt as a substitute for actually having sex with a guy. Is that it?” he asked. I nodded, ashamed of myself. “Have you had sex before and how old are you?” I told him no and that I had just turned. After that we put on our clothes and went for dinner . I told waiter to give us nice and quiet table and he gave nice corner table she sat right beside to me we ordered drinks and I told her feel free to order any thing you like and she said …thank you , we both ordered food, mean while food was getting ready we drank wine and all the time she was caressing my cock (lund), she kissed me 100 times and I was rubbing her butts at the end of dinner we danced for a while and slow romantic music was. I watched him as he got up and left. God he was gorgeous. It was then I made up my mind that I was going to fuck him. I sat there as I listened to the water running. I imagined him being naked, the water cascading down his god like body, over his cock. Then began to wonder what his cock looked like. Was it big? Was he cut? The more I thought, the wetter I got. It wasn’t long until my thoughts were interrupted by the bathroom door opening. I raised my head to look and seen him wet, with a towel. The cashier even heard Tammy, and shook his head laughing.“Sammie, where are you, are you done with school, are you still in L.A.?” Wow, she was really excited, and I was just plain exhausted. “Yep, I’m coming home.”“Tam? Can I crash at your place?” I could hear some kind of a party going on in the background.“Of course Sammie, where are you now?” I could tell Tammy and her husband were having a party; of course it was Friday night. The Lavato’s always partied on Friday nights.‘I’m about forty.