We chatted for a while asking each other how we had been these years and all and then we exchanged numbers and started talking on the phone. We chatte... in Whatsapp and IMO too.Remembrance about the past led to talks about sex. We started sexting and video calling. I asked her to send her nude photos. She sent her self-shot boob photos. She has 32D boobs. Her brown nipples prodded with arousal. It made me very horny. We talked on the phone while I stroked my cock. I have an average cock of 6. It seems I am always keeping my stomach sunken in but actually I am not. It is like that.I love my stomach very much. I had a great fetish of being tortured in my stomach from the age of 13 or 14, I don’t remember exactly. It started like this. There is a gym beside our house and I have two friends among them one is the daughter of the owner of the gym. There is a long room of 120meters in the gym. There the YOGA classes were held.One day when there was no one in the gym (the gym remains closed. He just looked thoughtful for a moment, then shrugged. “I don’t see why not. There will be some questions raised and you will probably have to talk to the French consulate, so they are certain you are not being coerced and so on, but I think it can be done,” he paused at looked up at me, humor in his eyes. “If you have an American sponsor.”Great. Just great. I am too young to be a father. Even a surrogate father! And to a girl two years older than me? How did that even work?I looked at Cam. ” Mary had stayed in the bar, hardly daring to move from the spot. Sue was right; there was no pressure if you said no thanks, the men just walked away. It was very nice to keep being asked upstairs by a variety of men, though, and she had a lot of compliments on her figure. Mary started to feel like a teenager again. She realised that she was getting slightly wet between the legs.Later, returning to the bar, Sue introduced Mary to a man called Bob, probably about 60, who she had noticed eyeing.