This time, Guardianhad the drop on the stranger, and landed gently on the rooftop behindhim.It wasn't until he spoke that Guardian realized he'd never...really hadthe drop on him. "I heard you a mile away," the stranger said, foldinghis small binoculars and putting them in his belt. "You're not exactlysubtle."Guardian shook his head. "Batman, I assume?"The stranger turned around, exposing the fact that he had no comicbook-esque symbol on his chest. "You've got the right idea. You cancall me. “Don’t really do labels,” he replied, before continuing, “To me, it’s only important if it’s a good fuck or a bad fuck. Gender doesn’t really come into it.”After a brief pause, he surprised me by asking, “Do you like massage?”“Sure,” I answered, somewhat perplexed.“Well, I give an unbelievable massage. I don’t do any of the fancy named stuff, but just a good old fashioned hard massage. My hands are very strong, and I can assure you that you won’t have any stress left in you, once I am. I shift in the seat until my bare ass rests on your seat cushions. The fabric is hot and sticky — much like my slit now. I keep wondering what Eileen is whispering to you about. I hope she like girls as much as she seems to like you. I twist my nipples and close my eyes. I get so hot playing with my nipples — they are a hotline to my clit. As I scrap my nails gently across the very tips, I shudder and my pussy throbs. I have no resistance to this. I'm so close. The back of my dress is elastic. During her sponges, she would just put the wet towel on my pants and clean my privates before I could object. She did it quite professionally as a nurse would do. She had seen it all done for her husband when he was sick in the hospital. So just not to embarrass her I did not say anything. On one such occasion as I was better she put her hand but to her surprise, my tool was nice and hard. She liked the touch as she had felt a man’s tool after years.She immediately took off my pants and admired.