... Joanna was sitting at the kitchen table in a summer dress and barefoot.I sat d...wn in a chair across from her and sat the plate on the table.Well this is the moment of truth I said are you sure you want to see me do my thing? Joanna replied..Um well tell me what your going to do Im kinda interested but kinda queasy about it as well.I explained to her again about my fetish and I get a sexual thrill by womens toilet habits. I’ve got it written down what I expect him to do,” Fred said.“Sure I can handle that,” I said.“Good I’ll leave you a key in the mail box outside. Just put it on your key ring,” he suggested.I went to bed when I finally got exhausted. I fell into bed, then slept like the dead until 8AM. When I awoke, I dressed for the cold, then took the scooter out. I was at Fred’s townhouse at quarter till ten. It was in plenty of time since the cable man came at a little after ten.“So let me ask you, did you. As she continued to pump and stroke my now aching cock, she started talking…“I have always enjoyed handling cocks. The feel of them. How they are soft and rigid at the same time. I love watching them grow and get harder. I love seeing them cum. Some cum by shooting and other ooze. But I like them all. Stroking a cock can also give me a chance to decide if I want to fuck it or not. The long ones make a good visual and they can be fun to play with. But for fucking, it is more about the girth. One. You look away quickly. You get your check in completed, and head to the gate. I'm sitting there at the end of a row of seats with my left leg tucked up under me and my other leg swinging ever so slightly - the toe of my patent leather pumps tracing the designs in the carpet. We are early, yet, so there are quite a few seats open, but you can't help thinking that maybe, at just the right angle, you might catch a glimpse of my stockings again. I'm reading a book and don't notice you until I feel.