What in the hell!"Reaching up catch one of the errant clumps of hair, Dan got another shock---the hand that grabbed the hair was most certainly not hi...; rather, it seemed to be small, slender, almost delicate. Completely flummoxed, Dan cast his eyes down upon his chest and got an even bigger shock: there seemed to be two protrusions tenting out his shirt now in a manner that looked alarmingly like a pair of women's breasts!Gasping, Dan ran his fingers down the front of his chest and was able. Dad was neverstationed overseas, he was injured during WW2 and was now training others.We always were stationed within 400 miles of Chicago, my mother'shometown. Sometimes when dad was gone for long periods of time and faraway we would go back to Chicago and live at grandmothers until the nexttransfer came thru. To give you an idea I lived in 6 locations in 13years. But in the past 6 years we had stayed put in our own house in theChicago suburb of Oak Brook. It was a grand old house. I loved. I always loved her lips, those soft petal-like ones. And this was one good chance to enjoy looking at them. Just as we were talking she held a flask of tea and askes if I would have tea . I said yes and she poured some tea into a cup and held it in front of me . As I took it , she briefly touched my hands and I was sure she smiled at me then . That was the first touch we ever had . And then after drinking tea , she asked me if I could help her by taking out some files from the cupboard . I. I kissed him and said, “I didn’t screw every guy I went out with but there were a few.” I omitted the word “quite” after “were”. ‘Don’t tell more than you need to’ is a good rule.Rubbing him slowly I continued, “So that makes you think I am sexy apparently. They were fun but never as good as you. Do you want to hear more?” He nodded and reached for my twat.“You and I made love. The other guys just wanted some pussy. I was a wet hole for them to stick their dick in and shoot their stuff.”My.