I stood there and hard on so I returned to my home and masturbated thinking of her .Then whenever I got free went to her see any glimpse of her naked ...arts, it became my hobby. That’s why I go with her to the bank. The manager arrived and calls us in and check the documents. He was ready to give the loan but need a guarantor with land tax. Then we returned home on my bike and she made tea for me. She changed her dress and went to wash cloths, I followed her and asking about loan details. She. We have been working on a play together the past two weeks. Today I need to go over and help him make some revisions. The October wind cuts at my face as I walk outside. I am wearing a tight brown dress and gold ballerina flats. I have cut my hair super short again and dyed it red. People are staring at me as I walk quickly past store windows and little eateries. I always get attention yet find myself alone most of the time. When I get to Alex's apartment, he lets me in with a smile which. But I did. It made me so happy; but so confused. It was so good yet it hurt so bad. I had to see him. When I saw him, I knew he would just be my big brother. Things would be normal, just a fun time. It had to be. I wouldn’t know what to do if it wasn’t. The wait at the airport was the worst, the anticipation. Sitting in the terminal looking out the window at all the planes come and go. That night, or really morning, only hours before, I was masturbating, fantasizing about having sex with him.. Poking out and upwards was a very thick seven or eight inch cock. It was capped by a fat, circumcised mushroomed head, it's eye like slit glistening and looking impudent and shameless in its nakedness, if you can understand what I mean. Hanging below it I could clearly see a pair of rather hairy balls, as big as any set I'd ever seen. I looked up to find my son watching me and grinning. There wasn't going to be any disappointments for either of us that night, standing before me wasn't my son.