I posted: “Horny crossdresser will be here Friday night. If anyone else is going I will be ready to suck and fuck.” I figured that was pretty much...to the point and if guys were going to be there they could come find me to get their nuts off.Friday finally came and I was dizzy with anticipation all through my work day. My wife would already be gone by the time I got home so as soon as I got home I jumped in the shower and shaved my lower half, leaving my legs, ass and pussy nice and smooth. I. Worst of all, every one would have his key in it somewhere... tucked into the top of a stocking, nestled between her breasts, laying on her stomach... always it was somewhere, teasing and tormenting him with every glance. Then, on the very last night, She called. They talked for an hour, Her voice teasing and arousing him as She explained to him exactly what he was to do the next day. Finally, She delivered the ultimate torment... he could hear Her voice becoming husky, somewhat breathless, and. I can hear your footsteps walk around me as I continue to bow befor you , awaiting your approvle. I feel you reach down and touch my pussy, I want to push back, to show you how much I want you. But I hold still. You may get up I hear you across the room now. When did you stop touching me?I get up and follow you to the couch, but instead of sitting beside you I sit in front of you , between your legs on the floor, as though its comon place. Tiltling my head up I kneel and run my hands along the. (I didn’t want to feel outdone when it came to the body and health department). Just by reviewing their sites I started receiving messages. The first message was from a guy who lived around 22 miles away, was 50 years old with a slight belly, quite hairy and really gentle looking. (Something you would have wanted your Granddad to look like when you were a kid). I decided that he was the one and started messaging back. He was single and claimed to be versatile. (I wasn’t sure about me and the.