This man and I? We’ve met in the middle of an even playing field. Bent our heads together in silent prayer for one another, felt the energy flow fro... one to another. I’d like to think I know what makes him tick. I’d like to think I know what he’s thinking sometimes even before he knows. Perhaps that’s just feminine arrogance speaking out of turn, but I do know what gets his attention and what gets him off. He can play my body like a finely tuned instrument and he knows my mind as if it were his. I know it's not professional, but I caught them on a screw in the bathroom and they tore all the way up." As if reading my mind, she pointed to a spot on her inner right thigh, right were the tat resides. I felt my pulse jump, and thought to myself. 'SLOW DOWN BIG BOY, SHE'S ONLY 21, AND YOU'RE OLD!!!'As we pulled out to head back toward the office, she said she was ready to tell me who the lucky office guy was. I felt a little jealous, because that guy was one lucky bastard. I said, "OK, spill. Roger suffered over the next few years as his mother helped him asmuch as possible by buying him only tee shirts, shorts and othergender-neutral clothes. Though whenever his parents went out oftown, Roger snuck up to the attic and would wear his morefeminine clothes. Things got so bad emotionally for Roger thatwhile his parents were going on a gambling vacation out of state,Roger decided not to go anywhere when a reported Category 4hurricane was heading in the direction of his home. The. Behold, I put both palms of my hands on both his buttocks moving rapidly. This feeling of young male buttocks rapidly and impudently fucking me increased mine, 35 years old married woman's, excitation. I already was feeling the moisture in my vagina, I already was feeling that his dick was sliping smoothly in my warm vaginal juice. Then I had gripped by my gentle vaginal walls the lad's moving cock, the boy groaned with delight more strongly. My clitoris more and more sweetly excited. The.