It was an impossible scene, more impossible still as the old man seemed to be covered entirely in chain… heavy, rusted links covered with glistening...blood, blood dripping with malevolent release and falling not to the ground but up into the sky. His head was down, his pace steady, and as he grew near she could just make out parts of his face, then only the faintest sliver of the old man’s eyes. There was no mistaking his direction, either: he was walking right toward her – no deviation, no. ”“Well I don’t look 18 do I? look a lot younger don’t I? You were fooled when you first met me weren’t you?”“Yes I was. So did the trauma of losing your mother affect your puberty or something?”“That’s what the doctors said. Daddy took me to loads of specialists but they all said the same thing, and here I am looking like this.”“Well you were a very beautiful young girl and you still are a very beautiful 18 year old young woman.”“Thank you Ben; you’ll embarrass me if you keep talking like. As their bodies moved together, she let her hands roam lightly over the young man’s bottom. At the same time she felt his cock, which felt as if it was getting larger by the second, pressing against her belly. She heard the young man’s soft murmur of delight and felt him shudder. Len pushed his hips even tighter against the woman he was dancing with and slid his hands onto her firm bottom, tugging her tighter against him. ‘You like that, do you?’ Marion whispered into Len’s ear. She knew he was. Just the thought of seeing cum coming out of a man became very arousing to me. I had a couple of male friends I like to fool around with early on. I made it no secret that I loved to watch them cum and obviously they didn’t mind providing me with the opportunity to pleasure them. Depending on whom I was with and what we were particularly doing, I would make it a point to allow for some “fun time”.The use of my feet really only came about through necessity and no I didn’t have a physical hand.