I had been divorced for about six years, and I hadn’t had a single date that turned into a night of sex the entire time. I was content, after dating...the stupid slobs that I ran into, to just stay home and finger myself to mind-blowing orgasms. It was during just one such encounter with my finger that my son tapped on my door, and then opened it slowly. I lay on the bed, my legs spread wide, bent at the knees. One of my hands was at my pussy, fingering my clitoris, while the other was at my. The second style wasa pageboy cut and the third style was more of a bob cut. In theend Denise and I agreed that the shag cut might be the bettercut for continuing to grow my hair out and was also a style thata number of guys were wearing at that time. The bob cut andpageboy we agreed were a bit too girly and too neat. So Denisecalled Mary over and showed her our choice."That's a nice one Paul. Keeps your choices open for thefuture and is a fashionable style as well. OK, lets get youwashed and. She pulled away but before she could make a noise he was on top of her, his hand clasping her mouth. She was in too much shock to cry. Instead she just stared up into his cold eyes and wondered what else he was going to do to her.“Shh.” He whispered. “Remember, you’re a good girl and good girls don’t scream or cry or tell anyone. Okay?” She nodded in fear. “Thank you. He smiled warmly. This surprised her almost as much as what his penis had done. He lifted his hand from her mouth and looked at. I'd become so excited by typing all of this I'd had to jerk off.I checked back over the next few days to see if he had responded, i'd just about given up hope when i saw a message in my inbox. he explained that he didn't really "do" trannies and that in any case, I was too young. I mailed him back...this time almost begging him, and received a message almost immediately, asking me to mail him photo of me dressed. I did as instructed, and again almost immediately received a reply. It would be.