The Man just smiled at me, he was about 50 years of age, balding head, he wore the typical dress code of his age a shirt, a tie, a suit, and of course...he carried a beige coloured Macintosh. Then came the commencement of his action, I felt his hand on my knee, massaging it gently, these men were always careful not to be to rough with panty boys, because I didn’t object he continued to manoeuvre his hand from my knee until he reached my groin, within seconds I could the man’s face light up when. It was a long way but Angela's dad drove us there and told us he would pick us up at 12:15. That would give us just enough time to see my birthday in before we had to leave.I dressed up very sexy for the party. It was a warm night so I had a strapless top on. I had to keep pulling it up throughout the night as it kept slipping down. I also wore a very short black skirt with hot pink knickers underneath and high heeled shoes. The skirt was so short that it ended at about the same height as my. But how could that be?"Oh man, this is going to feel sooo nice finally getting to stick it to you." the man said.He then proceded to remove all of his clothing except his mask.He was in good shape and had a long skinny penis that was starting to become erect.He placed a pillow and a towel under her ass.He then spread her legs and held the camera close as he opened up her cunt lips. It looked so delicate and helples. He then produced a speculum and placed a little Astroglide on it and began to. Oh ... that's nice." Of course you have. Vicki. Where's the zip on this thing?" Just ... oh God, it's just here." Calm down. I'm not even touching you. Yet." I still remember the sound the sleeping bag made as she unwrapped me. She stayed there, kneeling on the floor, took my cock in her hand, and made appreciative noises. Then she started stroking. "Is it like this every morning?" No, Steph. Most mornings I don't have a pretty girl stroking my cock. In fact that's never happened before. Not.