I caressed her naked breasts and worked an hand down her skirt and panties to her pussy. She jumped as my fingers grazed her clit then tried to back...away saying she didn't not know if she could go through with what I was expecting. I held her close and as I sucked and licked her earlobe, I said don't worry about me just let me please you. She then Sid "not even her husband has touched me like you do" and I said well if all that happens tonight is that I get to touch you in ways that you. My other hand goes to the bottom of your massive bulge, massaging your balls. Your cock throbs with power as my hands touch it. So hard. So powerful.You look down and command me to unzip your pants and I obey. I pull your pants down to get an even better look at your hard manly cock through your underwear. I immediately start teasing it with my mouth and tongue. I want to taste your cock so bad. I want it in my mouth."Take out my cock and put it in your mouth, cocksucker!" you say looking down. ‘Whats up?’ There was a pause that felt like forever. ‘I decided to take you up on that offer.’ I senses she was upset, perhaps crying, or close to it. ‘Are you ok?’ I asked. ‘Can we get together and talk?’ She replied. ‘I’m in town.’ It started to come together in my head — Wednesday nights are the night she has therapy with her husband. Things must not have gone well at their most recently session and she was still in town after the appointment. ‘Do you want to come here? Or should I meet. I assumed you couldn't be happy unless you were one of the A list.Course, growing up for me hadn't been easy. I was the runt of the litter. I never stood up to a fight, but ran like hell. After a while, it was easier playing with the girls than wrestling with the boys. I heard it all. Sissy, fag, queer. Maybe the names finally made me what I was. I was more girl than boy. I was sensitive, caring, loving, and meant well. I wouldn't hurt anyone or anything. This was what I was. So be it. I was.