You sent me pictures of yourself and you are a good looking woman. When I chatted with you I responded as if you were a woman. Now you are telling me ...ou are a guy?"I typed back, "Yes, Jim I am sorry to have deceived you. I hope that does not mean you still would like to meet."There was another pause, "Cindy, I would love to meet you and to see for myself how beautiful you are in person. I am sure you are the same hot sexy person that I have been chatting with over the past few weeks. I have. There was no attraction on my part. I was about as straight as they come. I've only ever been with and attracted to women.I've enjoyed some anal stimulation from time to time, but only as a precursor to the main event. Occasionally, there was some digital penetration during a blow-job or some mutual rimming during a sixty-nine. But, I'd never even thought of anything more than that.I met Charles through his daughter Denise. She was referred to me by one of my customers for auto insurance. . I was not able to move or speak I was dozed off but was still feeling everything when he moved out a bit it was like someone was cutting my vagina but he didn’t cared he was fucking with slow motions my hands were stretched to limits because of the pain he was not able to gain any speed because of the tightness which was frustrating for him so he started giving hard strokes which was making things worse for me and the worst thing was that I was not even able to move my legs I was frozen in that. Fuck no. This was not the moment...Christmas morning ...to be au naturale in your parent’s house.Virginia did the stealth listen. You hear stuff that’s not even there. Was that a door opening? A floorboard creaking. ‘Oh get a grip’ she told herself. She had the light bulb moment. The clothes basket in the laundry. Anything would do for a modicum of decency. She was ‘covering’ desperate, which is unusual for a young woman who revelled in getting her gear off quickly and keeping it off all night.