I was only in shorts and a vest as it was summer period. He came in with no shirt at all, barely nude with a pink underwear. It was the very first tim... that I saw him in such a scenario. It was an awesome feeling that I had. I did not think of him being as hairy as it was although I heard that non guys are blessed with hairy chest and gigantic dick. He was not an exception to that myth. I was completely turned on by seeing him seminude. I had a boner instantly. He approached towards me. Driving it’s cock deeper into her. Now she was sure it had to be tearing into her. Instead only pleasure filled her. A fourth orgasm blasted her body, shaking her to her core. Her body shuddered, jerking hard in the tentacles. To Penny’s amazement a fifth orgasm blasted her. Now she felt exhausted from the constant assault of pleasure. Her body could not take much more of this. She was covered in sweat, it dripped off her breasts, legs, back. She knew her hair was matted with sweat. . I began to babble. I told her everything. About my secret closet and bureau. Mymake-up kit and my hair curlers. My wig collection, not touchedfor years because I'd grown my own hair long enough to hold anoccasional style and set. How now and then on Fridays I went to asalon where a hairdresser named Prissy shaped my hair, perhapsknowing it was a woman's style she was maintaining on a man's head. How could she not know? How I'd always tip Prissy generously toassure the same care she gave. But there are worse problems to have, right? I could be addicted to gambling, or drinking. I could be addicted to any number of drugs. It could be a lot worse. She had thought about it for weeks now, had setup a framework in which to work, and now she mulled over her plan, her rules, her goals. One thousand and one sexual encounters in one thousand and one days, and no two could be identical. Something about each encounter had to be different than any of the previous encounters. It went without.