I typed a reply that I liked it, closed out my email, and opened my messenger. He was already online. ‘Oooh be still my beating heart.’ Telling m...self, he is just a man, and doesn’t bite…but than again, I know a few places he can. “I liked your email.” “I thought you might.” “I sent you a sweet reply too. I was born in the fifty’s, and love the music.” “Me too, I love the 50’s rock and roll and I also love good old country” “One of my favorites is Ray Price.” “Mine Conrad by far and Dolly. I was nervous, but an excited nervous, my heart beating a little faster, my kitty getting wetter in their presence. i liked their eyes on me. why don't you come in and sit with us for a while? i'm pier and this is stefan and that is jack. hello, stefan and jack said and smiled at me. hi, i smiled back, put up my hand and waved a little. uhm... i thought for a bit, felt a little strange about hanging with them, they looked so... horny! but then again so was i so i said, ok, i'll sit with you. I leaned down and stuffed my tongue into her mouth, and my lover, sensing my climax, wrapped her arms around my neck, crushing our mouths together, even as she began humping her hips up faster and faster to meet my speeding cock. I began to fuck furiously now, my hips torquing and twisting to ram my cock into her pussy as far and fast as I could. Panting, I lowered my head to her tits to concentrate on the searing pleasure running through my dick. As I banged away, she began pulling on my hair.. The girl in the mirror didn't look quite as frightened as she had a few moments earlier. She was still definitely all girl, though, with absolutely no sign of my old face. I leaned up close to the glass. They say the eyes are a gateway to a person's soul, but these warm chocolate brown eyes didn't belong to me. I didn't think anyone would be spotting my soul buried behind this face.Somewhere back in my teenage years, I remember someone telling me that if you jacked off, you could go blind. No.