I had sex with my father's Sacretery

Don´t know how I did this I am a straight man and work with cell phones and I was having a slow day when an older man walks in with a problem. His phone was going crazy and he confessed that he had alot of p*** and I told him that it maybe the problem. Told him that I could fix it and probably put in some good p*** on the way. At the end of the day he came back and I showed him the resaults, and he was very grateful, and I told him that I was just closing up, and he ivited me for a beer because he lived around the corner. I excepted. When we got to his house I showed him how he could watch the p*** on his phone on his TV, and he was very happy. We talked a while and he told me how his wife had died years ago, and how he still felt he needed s**. I understood because since my divorce I was the same way. We were watching p*** on tv and I got very h**** and I could see the bolge in his pants. I told him that I felt like mastrubating and he told me to fire away, that he would do the same. I am ashame to say that after alittle while I started sucking his d***. I was so h**** and I really needed some one to touch me. I had not touched or been touched in such a long time. Plus, I know he needed some one to touch him too, because he never stopped me, and he returned the favor. We had a really good time, and even went out for more beer. We did it again later that night. We are not gay, we just needed to have fun, and we did. No regrets. I would do it again if he comes by sometime.

Don´t know how I did this I am a straight man and work with cell phones and I was having a slow day ...

My wife makes sure that she wears an anklet wherever she goes. I didn't know it has a hidden meaning? she must be wearing for fashion. to think of it I do see men asking for a dance or so when we go out. But do you think she knows the meaning?

My wife makes sure that she wears an anklet wherever she goes. I didn't know it has a hidden meaning...

You think You are so special. Keep those women's numbers. Let them be the ones you climb on and poke on in the middle of the night while they're in a dead sleep and breathe on THEM with your bad f****** breath that smells like fresh s*** and rot mixed together. Let them see hairy your protruding gut. Yes, go be 'Prince Charming' to them. I'M the one who REALLY knows your ASS. I'm the one that has BEEN HERE through all your s***- but by all means, let THEM be the ones you TREAT WITH RESPECT and CHARM. F*** YOU. Guess what? My Prince Charming is coming, too. Because you're leaving the door WIIIIIDE OPEN for him. Won't it feel good when he waltzes me right out the door? So- go be a friendly charmer to your little hookers. They know they are causing a problem. You know you are causing a problem by talking to them but none of you wants to do the right thing and stop. Would they like it if I started the same s*** with THEIR husbands? Hm? And YOU certainly don't care because 'getting yours' is so much more important than anything or anyone else. You want want you want when you want it- which is very TYPICAL for a momma's boy like you. And all you talk about is being worried about my leaving you. You don't NEED me. You need a pacifier and a security blanket. But think! Now you can f*** that b**** from work. Well, if you haven't already. You can get your d*** sucked by her! IF you haven't already.

You think You are so special. Keep those women's numbers. Let them be the ones you climb on and poke...