When she really got down to the bottom line, what she really wanted to feel is a real cock. Unlike other lesbians, she didn't find that thought revolt...ng. She found it exciting. Was she not a real lesbian? She'd never considered the difference between bi-sexual and lesbian, but now she was meeting it head on, face to face, cock to pussy. Would it be ok to "not be a lesbian?" It's all she's ever known. I guess she wouldn't know until it happened, but she knew if she let it happen then by. I enquired about her sex life. She said that it was pathetic and masturbation was her only source of pleasure (sorry, can’t tell you the whole conversation. I know you guys would be wondering how got this far). I told her that I used to work as a call boy and later we fucked at a hotel in Kottayam. Later she mentioned about her friend in Trivandrum. Now the story starts. I started talking with that friend of hers. She said that she lived near my college. I stayed in the college hostel. So she. I looked at my sister, and we had a silent agreement. She turned to Kyle and nodded yes. However, I said to take me home. Kyle started for the house I shared with Angela."No, not this way. You need to go left." I instructed.When we got to the Myers' house I got to the door, and I saw that my sister was all lovey-dovey with her boyfriend. She didn't even look to see if I had made it into the house safely like she normally did.I ran into the house shouting, "Mom! Pops! I need you. Please."I. But for whatever reason they are either: afraid to admit to enjoying it or they think they are not attractive to anyone. I suspect it is the latter. Which is the reason I set out to change that for ever.I placed ads on various date sites for seniors. It read. Ladies are you over 60? Do you feel sexually neglected; do you think your body is not attractive? Would you like to boost your confidence? Would you like to fulfil your sexual fantasies? If you said yes to most or every question, we can.