In my second year of University I met the man I now call my husband, I was 20 he was fourty five. Xxnx His chest was shaped and he had a skinny tummy. His wife and daughter never caught on, even after I went to work for him in the summers and we worked late into the evenings so much. Paul sat forward on the couch and pulled them down himself and taking my cock into his mouth as he did. My name is Patrick, I like men, older men always have. His salt and pepper hair matted from a days work his black t shirt was sweaty and sticking to his large upper body. Not real frilly, girly gay men either. It was thick and it was at least ten inches. I thought maybe I was perhaps getting on his nerves but the next evening
