“I’m sorry.” I cried. “Please don’t hurt me.” I turned without waiting for his response to get martini glasses. “That is one nice ass.�... He said as I walked away from him. I just dropped my head in shame. I had always wanted to hear that while in my woman form but not like this. I made the mistake and looked in the bar back mirror and saw the streaming eye make-up running down my cheeks. I just began crying more.I transferred the drinks to proper glasses, and even bent over to the micro fridge. ’She started stroking my cock which was already rock hard and leaking oodles of precum. There was a lot of precum build up already after fondling so many women, and now my decades old fantasy was coming true. She led me to the bedroom and lay on the bed with her legs wide apart. She still had the same amount of dark pubic hair. Her tits were slightly saggy but she had maintained her breasts. I mounted her in missionary and she guided my 5 inch erect cock in her pussy. Her pussy was not that wet. She answered and asked me to come in. Both of them were well dressed and very polite and asked if I wanted a drink. I told them that would be nice and he poured each of us a glass of bourbon. While we were drinking they told me a little about themselves. They both sold real estate and had no c***dren. They were both thirty five years old and was on vacation heading to see her parents. They were both very attractive and great bodies. I told them about being divorced and also had no c***dren. I. I closed my eyes, feeling my orgasm build. The finger in my pussy had warmed, so I replaced it with another one, still cold from the night air. My hips jerked and I cried out as I came from the sensation of my icy finger fucking my hot pussy. My fingers were drenched from my juices, so I brought them up to my mouth, licking the hot cum from my cold fingers. I had to clean them off before picking up the binoculars. (I could see me trying to explain to my father how cum stains got on.