They said forty’s the new twenty, and I wasn’t quite that old. I had almost a full year left before my big 4-0 birthday.A moan rose from the crowd...as my skirt came off, my girl-dick cradled in a pair of pink satin panties with a white frill running across it. I loved the cut of this pair. It fit me well. I smiled at the women, winking at them as they stared at me with lusty hunger, the sun shining on their pale flesh.“Mmm, I can feel it working already,” groaned Vladislav, his dick thrusting. I had always needed the anonymity of the internet but the thought of showing myself to him was overwhelming. With a little persuasion I agreed. Using a digital camera I took a snap of my erect cock and sent it to him. I had found something that took my enjoyment of this to a whole new level. I confess I bombarded him with photographs of my hard on. From all sort of angles. Never anything that would identify myself. Just my cock and balls. In due course Rob told me he wanted to hear me cum. He. The writers guides on the website gave me heaps of good advice and the editors are really helpful as well. Last week was Final Exams and I had English on Friday. Our exam had a bit of the usual grammar, what did you think of this etc but the main task was a composition ‘Write a love letter to the girl/boy of your dreams, 2-3 pages’. The girl of my dreams sat two in front of me, I’d sat behind her all year, looking at that fiery red-head and wishing my tongue could at least talk to her. Vague. I watched as the students filed out of the classroom. Rachel hung back and as the last student filed out the door, she stepped over to the podium. My heart raced as she smiled. She bit down on her lower lip, and flipped her long brown hair back over her shoulder. “What is it?” I asked Rachel didn’t respond and turned to walk off. “Thanks for being a good sport,” I said. “Why did you pick me?” Rachel asked as she turned and look my way. “The truth?” I asked. “Yes,” she replied. “Because you’re.