"Makes her look fat, wot, wide in the beam?" Oh no sir. I have noticed such, ah, such adornment, attachments, such, such..." He sputtered and stopped,...gasping and backed away, almost tripping over a chair. He sat."Yes, yes." Amused, André turned Anne around with his hands at her elbows where garlands of Belgian lace dangled, smiled at her face, pursed his lips, and cocked his head. "I see you have freckles, Miss Conroy. I had not noticed that before. Odd. Perhaps you would prefer a dress with a. But by the third stifled bubble sob, he thought he should, she was obviously upset.As a young man Bob couldn’t talk to pretty girls, his tongue would just get in the way; he could barely blurt out a few words in fear, let alone a sentence. Now older, greying to white, after thirty years of marriage there was no longer any pressure to perform, or even try to obtain results. Plus people don’t feel threatened by an older person; he felt he could get away with more now when older than when in his. I did and he told me to unzip his shorts. I pulled his zipper down and his brown uniform shorts fell to the floor. He wasn't wearing any underwear and I was shocked that his cock was already getting hard."Ray told me you do more than suck cock. He said you worship cock. He promised me you would take better care of my cock than a $200 whore. That's a lot to live up to boy. Are you that good?" I looked up at him and said, "Listen, I don't want any trouble. I just want to get you off and let you. He was not expecting that, but before he has a chance to regain his breath fully she covers his mouth with her own in a long kiss he cannot help but return. As they break he kisses his beta, before falling back to let them converse, eye intent on the way their bodies look together, her curves and his harsh straight lines. He knows his beta almost as well as he knows his own self, but never has he seen the other boy quite like this. Never so hard and the gaze he shoots across them is hungry for.