As I sat on Mr Lewis's couch, watching show strange television show, I couldn't help but notice his frequent glances towards me. I asked him why he wa... looking at me and he responded with, "Well now Tracey, you must know how strikingly beautiful you are!" To this I blushed. I looked at this man, he looked like my grandpa, watery green eyes, white hair... I couldn't help but think about how strange it was that he saw me as beautiful. "We'll no Mr Lewis, I don't." I said blushing againHe. His lips against my neck, not kissing, my fingers pushed into the skin of his back and me moving up and down slowly. Riley allowed me to move at my own pace, keeping his arms wrapped around my back, but not gripping or helping as I eased myself up and down his cock. The skin of our chests rubbed together, and I had never felt so comfortable in his armsEverything with Dean was always fast and hard, there was no easing into it. No emotion. This was better than anything. Finally, he shifted his. The next day, I took my backpack full of clothes and toys with me to the nearby park, as instructed. It was still morning, just after my parents had left for work, and the whole day was ahead of me for what I was to do. There were directions through some of the woods to a small service building off the paths, and I was to go inside the heavy metal door as soon as I found it. As soon as I slipped inside, I made my way to the back of the space and began my transformation into Lexi. My Schoolgirl. She began stroking it up and down and looking at it, she seemed to be admiring, what I knew she was about to put in her mouth! I watched my wife stick her tongue out and begin to lick this other man's cock, up and down. As she ran her tongue up the side of his cock on that first stroke, she looked right up into my eyes and I smiled to let her know that I was enjoying the show!Truth is, my own cock was hard as a rock and in this room, and it wasn't uncommon for men to openly stroke themselves.