.. I can't ..." the older woman whispered into her youngnephew's ear, "I just can't."Marilyn was hardly aware as Peter took one of her hands and pulle... it gentlydownward. Only when it was placed right down on the lewdly throbbing erection thattented the crotch of his pants did she realize what he was doing. Then another shockcoursed through her loins as Peter's other hand dropped from her breasts to seizethe hem of her skirt and begin to work it slowly up to reveal her soft-skinned thighsand. I want to have my own place to go to just have some quiet time. Maybe wecan still be together but this way I can find my center again.About the third day of high pony tails and underwear sets, Margie comesup and pulls me into the conference room. She closes the drapes andlocks the door. She's my supervisor and she and I used to be friendswith benefits."Hey, what's going on?" Going on? With what?" You tell me. Are you seeking out your feminine side, transitioning,experimenting?" Over a pony. We kept texting each other and I came to the conclusion if anything were to happen it would have come from me. So I stopped wearing boxers when I came over. I would just go commando and get a hard on a couple of times a night when I let my mind wander. At first he would just look at it and go back to talking or watching the tv. That evolved into him groping his cock through his pants and one time and going inside his pants and rubbing it, or as he tried to say, "he was correcting his penis".. Hanson went for it - leaned in and kiss. The 'fuck it' approach had worked thus far - why not try again?And work it did. They locked mouths, tongues at use immediately. Hanson quickly moved his hands all over her body as they sunk into each other deeper. Leslie then moved to straddle him and they kissed even longer, their sexual tension at its absolute zenith. But, suddenly, she stopped."I think that's enough." That's ok, you're right."Hanson didn't think it was anywhere near enough, but he let.