First of all, his feet barely touched the floor, even though he was sitting in the same chair. Second, there was no denying that long wavy blond hair ...as draping from his head, clearly visible in his peripheral vision. Third, it felt like his ass was larger and more padded; sitting didn't feel quite right. And fourth, there was no denying that something was tugging at his chest.Alan glanced down, and gasped. He looked up at the old woman, who was just staring impassively at him, then back down.. This was my secret. My first adventure was a series of chats and phone calls with a school teacher. She spotted me as curious guy and opened up about how she was using the site.On the weekends when she didn't have her kids, she'd set up two rendezvous on Friday and four or five on Saturday and Sunday. She did whatever they wanted. One guy, she explained, just wanted to lie in bed and hug her. They didn't even get naked. Other guys fucked her wildly. A couple of guys took her to dinner and. "I hardly heard her, I'd been staring with shining eyes at a picture onmy phone, taken not an hour before, outside a changing room in a quirky,back street boutique we'd wandered past. I could hardly believe thefigure in the picture was my beautiful Nina, wearing a dress! A dresscurrently folded in a carrier bag by my feet."Fuck it!" she'd said, twisting to capture as many profiles as possiblein the mirror by the changing room. Why it had caught her eye I couldn'tguess, but in a parallel with my. I am being fastidious, I am sure, but I can smell his cum drifting up from between my legs, he must have filled my pussy with his spunk. I blink and then think that I can smell that female fishiness I sometimes smell on the guys after they have been in me.I pull the door almost shut when I leave the bathroom so that I do not disturb Roger as he has now rolled over on to his back. His limp cock hides in the black curls of his pubic hair. They are matted with our body fluids. Smiling as I.