I moved around and washed his legs and then soaped his balls and cock up real good. He grew in my hand as I ran the soap over his cock. He looked at m... and smiled and said, "I'm sorry i'm getting an erection, I haven't had my cock stroked ever since my wife died, and I'm straight I don't understand why this is effecting me in this way." I reply, "It's normal for a man regardless if it's a man or woman stroking it, to get hard from the sensation." I continue to soap his cock and gently caress. When we got into my room, I locked the door behind Mark and pushed him towards the bed.“So how does this work?” Mark asked as he sat on the bed.“We don’t have much time,” I said and slipped the straps of my red swimsuit off my shoulder. “Take off your shorts.”Bethany moved a little slower than me and I worried she might be a little self-conscious. Once I kicked off my suit, I drew her into my arms and helped slip hers off with a deep kiss. Her arms slipped around me and her hands went up into. I could hear…, her, ‘It is a bit overwhelming when you first arrive.’ ‘Is this heaven,’ I butted in. I mean I really wanted to know. Beautiful laughter filled me, the being simply said, ‘Van, you were always a dreamer, dreaming of different things. I am surprised that you would think of that.’ Van, very few people know me by my middle name. Very few. ‘McGregor, is that you,’ I ask. She laughs again, it is a laugh that you can only hear in people who have smoke thousands of cigarettes over a. Her clients didn’t always care if she got off, so she was fairly used to feeling this way, but it never interfered with her sleep. She’d grown up on the streets. She’d learned to take sleep where she could get it. She could fall asleep anytime, anywhere. Something was definitely off.Between Janie and the blankets she was too warm. She stuck one of her legs out into the cool night air and fidgeted, trying to figure out if anything else was different.Her fingers wandered idly down her stomach..