"I take it you like me then" she asked. I nodded slowly. "Would you... um, would you like to have sex with me Now And I mean that, I'm not joking or a...ything. I think I trust you to be careful and everything, and I'm really desperate for some that I don't care that I don't know you that well yet, new woman and all that, but if you don't want to then I don't mind..." Well," I replied, amazed at a girl I'd only met a few hours ago wanting to sleep with me and admitting to being desperate for a. I did my best to not throw up and I was so hungry I needed something, when she had finally scraped the bottom of the can clean, she went back to the cupboard and put 5 more tins on the table, "better check you will eat all the flavors" she laughed She sat there for another 40 minutes and forced all 5 tins down me, the first was by far the worst, but she didn't care as long as I didn't enjoy it. She untied me from the chair and again hopped me into the living room, a ring gag was forced into my. That’s why I kept my distance and was minimally responsive. I didn’t want anyone to know what I was fighting inside. And so here we are… drunk as skunks, and sucking on my cock and I haven’t felt anything so good in years… OK… I confess… I did visit a bookstore for awhile when I was stationed on the West Coast, so I did get my dick sucked, but it was totally anonymous.Yes, suck it, man. We only have tonight, so let’s make the most of it. You can play with my balls… and I know we’re not. They had once been open books to each other and slipped easily back into that relationship. “Joan, something is wrong, isn’t it? Why did you look me up after all these years?” Joan paused, not sure she was yet willing to be that open. His eyes. It was his eyes that made her talk. She sensed his eyes could penetrate her thoughts and her heart anyway. “I don’t know, Paul. My world feels grey. I don’t know how else to explain it. I love John and our kids, but everything is for them and I no longer.