”Katrina and I undressed each other. We laid on the bed, touching each other and kissed, I managed to type “touching” and “kissing” to my fr...end without getting caught. Katrina rolled onto her hands and .knees and I moved right in behind her. As I slid my penis inside of Katrina, I messaged my friend, “I just slid inside her.” life. I knew that I had to be careful, Katrina might be pissed if she found out what I was doing. My friend responded that she was touching herself. I couldn’t believe. One thing then another, saved a bit, bought a house, worked hard. Jobs got better. I mostly hated women, I would have little to do with them. Still don’t much. I got an old typewriter, wrote some stories, after maybe 50 rejections I got a check. After that I got some more, then even more. I wrote some fiction stories, probably some of you have read them, mysteries, detectives, all types. Dabbled in some light erotic stuff. Don’t ask, I won’t answer. Just know I write as a woman most of the. She looked, through the dark sunglasses, looked at the reaction she caused. Teasingly, she moved, turning over. Her legs opened further as she turned onto her stomach."Jeez" he whispered as he saw her moving, as he saw her legs part open even further, as he saw the white panties dig deeper into her pussy lips. He felt the rising in his pants, the rising of excitement.Carol chuckled as she brought her toes off of the floor, kicking her heels to her buttocks, with the full knowledge that the. Since dad was desperate for the scoop, I knew the questions were better asked by me and I asked Celia if Nick's drunkenness was a problem.She leaned over and whispered, "Absolutely, he couldn't get it UP! Y'know, I'd swear he still carries a torch for dear old mummy, here!" Some drunks can't perform at all," I dryly observed, then I probed with, "Then why didn't you just bring him on back here, last night."Celia shot me a surprised look and said, "I thought I was doing you a favor. I could see.