Into our last hour." We went on our way up to the room. I was disappointed. I was having the time of my life. More enjoyment than I'd had for five yea...s. My God, I couldn't do this with every client, I never make any money. In the room we each gathered up our belongings and just stood there looking at each other. I reached up and took his cheeks in my hands and pulled him down and gave him a great big kiss. The old fart turned pink. Then he said, "Anita, I've got to ask you a very special. His eyes commanded “come hither, boy” and I did so. As I approached him I noted his features. Tall. Probably approaching 6’3”. Very thin, wiry thin. Long legs. Faded Levi’s tucked in to jet black Wellington boots, leather and spit shined. He was dark, had a sun weathered face like leather, probably late ‘50’s to early ‘60’s. He wore a long sleeve T-shirt that appeared to have been pressed. He pulled a pack of unfiltered cigarettes from the pocket and lit one as I approached. As I came within. Drawing the pictures brings the memories back. I have some that I’m frightened to start drawing because I know they’re bad memories even if I don’t remember what they are yet.”Then she frowned and she said, “I don’t know if that made sense or not.”So I said, “I think I understood what you were saying.”She smiled and she gave me a little squeeze and then she said, “That’s good.”So we got out of bed and she looked down at herself with this horrified expression on her face.Then she said, “Why am I. He answered by pushing his ass back into my cock. So I began to run my hands all over his body. I kissed his neck as I ran my hands over his chest. He wasn't 'built,' just your average boy with an average body. Not fat, not thin, just right. His boy-tits were not too large, not too small. They were a nice hand full that felt so good in my hands as I caressed and squeezed them. When I pinched his nipples, he let out a little yelp, and then a nice, contented moan. He loved that! I continued to.