Those undergarments felt good and smelled good, and I was hard as a rock. And so life went on. I got an average job and did average things with my lif..., and not once did I ever think about crossdressing or have homosexual thoughts. Decades went by. Then came the internet. The corrupter of all. I honestly think that the internet could be what causes humanity to destroy itself. Oh sure, it is one of the best things that humanity ever created, but it can be used wrongly and it can cause a lot of. He had managed to lower his pants and free his aroused cock. There was no need to stroke it because it was already close to maximum hardness. She had adjusted herself to sit in a reclined and curled fashion facing him with her head on his soft shoulder. They never lost eye contact nor had need to speak. She worked her hand into his crotch immediately wrapping his tool. She pulled on it upwards and downwards. Luckily it was only the two in the row and they had nothing to look out for as the. He logged into Yahoo and checked for email from Penny Skinner, Wentworth’s daughter. The inbox displayed one new message. He clicked to open it, took a swig from the bottle, and then choked when the subject line appeared: ‘Are you okay?’ Sent by: Cheyenne4u — Hannah’s email address. Long seconds passed while he stared at the monitor, afraid to read the message, afraid of having hope. After a few more pulls on the bottle, he steeled himself and opened the message: Hi Tom, I understand if you. Does this feel good, Cherise,’ he asked? Cherise was beginning to really get into what Fred was typing to her. She almost didn’t realize he had asked her a direct question. ‘Yes.’ A simple response typed. ‘Good. I was checking to see if you were still with me,’ he teased. ‘I am.’ ‘Now as I caress your skin, Cherise, I want you to do yourself what I am writing. I want you to feel me through your hands. Can you do that for me, baby?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘My hands are caressing your breasts. I have the whole.