“Oh no….I’m fine” she said, her voice quivering slightly.“Yeah well, I don’t think so” said Matt as he pulled the cooler handle and grab...ed her waist. Her cry was muffled by his big hand and with a tug, he pulled her off her feet and dragged her into the darkened and screened area under the bleacher. Kevin pulled the coolers in behind him and wheeled them out of the way before following Matt.Heather was struggling, her eyes wide with fear. Matt stood at 6’3” and had a muscular physique. He. 59, uh...ma'am."Now like I said, I'm not into men sexually. But the last few monthsdressing nearly full time as a woman and engaging in sexual play with myonline "boyfriends" (as I'd started to think of them) and the stream ofanonymous viewers of my webcam had had an effect on my mind. I suddenlyfelt flush with desire for this gorgeous young man. I patted my hipswhere, if I were wearing pants, would've been where my wallet was. "I,uh, have to go get my wallet. Please come in while I look," I. She knew it was an irrational fear. Both of them were well past stopping. His hands moved to uncoil her body from around the pillow. His deep whispering voice was shushing her between kisses to her hip. ‘Relax, Em. Just enjoy this dream. It’s just a dream.’ Achingly slow, her body straightened until she was half on her side and half on her stomach. The pillow tucked against her for support. God his hands, so hot. They drifted over her legs, his fingertips brushing her inner thigh light as a. Will you have sex with me?"You could have knocked me over with one finger. My knees almost buckled. My mouth hung open. I could not speak."Am I too ugly?" She took my hand, placed it on her breast. That broke me from my stupor. Wow, those loose shirts and books had been hiding real, honest to goodness breasts. My fingers closed over the mound sitting high on her chest. I was no expert but I'd seen enough porn to know these weren't small. I shook my head."NO, not ugly at all! I just,.