Miranda: Peter, I'm glad you are alright!!Miranda gave him a tight hug. He hugged back.Peter: Yeah I'm just soaking wet.His entire body was completely...wet. His clothes felt wet and sticky. But Peter looked at her with a smile.Peter: Hey I'm alright.He was glad to be alive. If all those bees had swarmed towards him with their tails, he would have been stung to death. And it would have been a painful one too.The day seemed sunny and fine again. It was only minutes ago, that it was gloomy, cloudy. After about a week’s time I got a mail from a gentleman called Zafar aged 49, married like me. Living in a posh locality and very educated. His primary condition was being discrete. We exchanged mails and pictures of our assets of course faceless pictures. He instantly fell in love with my body and at first could not believe that I am male after looking at my breasts and ass pictures. He loved my liking for cross dressing. About Zafar, he had a very strong body, muscular and heavy. Lot of hair. It was easy to see why she’d brought out the lesbian tendencies in both Candia and Zeeta.Candia had his cock harder than the girl ever could though; her mature and strictly attractive elegance also made it easy to see why Arna had been wrested from Zeeta’s hold, even if it had been with initial reluctance. The fact that her leading preference for young ladies would double her spite and contempt for any male, had him bone rigid as her ruby lips smiled at him with a certain mischievous novelty.. It was a no no on so many levels but the very thought of it made mycock go to stone.The gym was almost empty this time of the morning. We went to the lockerroom and started changing. With no one else around Drew openly watched meundress as he faced me shedding his own clothes. I was in trouble as soonas he was naked. My cock started boning up just looking at his nakedness.I quickly pulled my jock strap on to hide my erection and hold it down. Weheaded out and did some warm up stretching.