She looked oriental but for that moment, he didn't care what she was. All he cared about were the thoughts and fantasies of running up onto the stage ...nd stuffing his already throbbing cock into her. His mind snapped back to attention, as in the theme of the moment, he discarded his clothing at the sound of the first gong, leaving him in nothing more than his boxer shorts.When he came back to the camera, it looked like that woman on center stage was in her own little world. After a few more. "Well ... I ... don't think that's..." she stammered.Cutting her off before she get any further in her protestations, Greg demanded "now Mrs. C. You do want to be a good role model for your daughter, don't you? You want to set a good example, right?" Well ... yes ... I suppose," she murmured, feeling a fog settle over her. A combination of the lack of sleep, and confusion over the strange feelings coursing through her body created confusion and uncertainty in her."Well, then quit arguing about. Doing all those scales during piano lessons wasnt a complete waste . I wrapped my other hand around it, starting from the bottom up to the top. Then I moved it up to the head, which was oozing with precum. I swirled my fingers and open palm around the top and rubbed his moisture around my hand, as if it were hand lotion. Bruce was losing control, big time. I gotta…pull…over, he panted. He checked the mirror and steered the car into a dark, empty parking lot. Lets get into the back seat so we. Try telling her that, she tried the HRT treatment, and came off it, because she didn’t like it” Tracy shook her head. “But there are other treatment options?”my turn to shake my head. “I’ve been through all this with her, she just felt better not taking anything, than when she was taking something” I shrugged my shoulders and took a drink. Tracy turn and straddled the bench we were sitting on, lifting her dress as she sat down, she leaned towards me and asked. “so how long ago was this?” I was.