She didn't know why but she saw a couch in the room. Maybe she would lay down for a little bit. She lied down then something suddenly sounded. Her eye... popped open as she looked around standing up. She was in a boiler room. An eerie orange light glimmered off of the steam that floated around. She saw the figure of a man across the room. He wore an old brown fladora. A red an green sweat shirt, he was horribly burnt and had a glove with four long razors on it. "Welcome to my world Lira." the. So why should this rejection be any different? He stood up slowly and blew out the candles. The noises above him indicated that she had settled back into her favorite chair and he sagged back onto the bed. Once again she was surfing the web again and choosing the internet over him. His mood dipped lower. Why did he bother to try and keep the intimacy between them going. Despite his best efforts she wasn’t that interested. As she had turned away that thought had screamed through his brain. Sure. I quickly undressed to my silky lingerie and stood at the bed.Mark approached me, still fully clothed. It made me feel thrillingly vulnerable. I wanted to feel this way. Dressed in girly underwear. With a man. He was going to become my lover. I was his girlie boy. I never thought I could become so feminine, in my mind, at least. But Mark brought out my deepest desires. Desires I had kept hidden, even from myself. I was excited to be almost naked with a man. I was excited to be wearing lacy. It had been years since I had touched a man and just looking at his cock sent shivers through my body.I looked at his face. He was still very much passed out. So I milked his cock a few times like I used to do for my husband.It felt good to hold a warm soft hunk of meat in my hand. I held it thinking of how I loved to milk my husbands cock and feel it grow in my hand and then when he was ready to cum I would take it into my mouth and swallow his salty thick semen.I felt this boys cock stiffen.