You know, I remember the very first time he actually got me..... His house, I was sitting on the couch, drinking a beer. He was sitting in a chair, 90 degrees to me. When he got up to get another beer for us, he came back, sat, and reached out and touched his palm between my legs. He asked what that was, and I told him that he probably already knew. He reached out again, and moved next to me on the couch, continuing to fondle me. Next thing I know, he is undoing my belt, and pulling on my zipper. He was a lot closer now, and asked if he could free it up. I said OK, and he maneuvered it out,… Read more