I trembled in frustration and embarrassment.Then Ginny made an accusation to me that took me quite by surprise."I may be no woman, but neither are you..." said Ginny.I was thoroughly taken aback at her words. Indeed, it was true that Iwas no more a woman that she was, even if I looked and felt like one,but how had she penetrated my deception? Suddenly on the defensive, Icollected myself. Innocently, and in a much calmer voice, I asked herwhat she meant by her statement. As she responded to me, I. ✧ ✧ ✧My mind was wandering. It had me watch her dressing or undressing. Avery could easily become an interesting part of my life anytime she wanted. Making sure everything was back in place, I closed the drawers. After getting a coke I looked at the catalogue. As I looked at each picture, I envision Avery wearing all the sexy outfits. My boner was showing some life. The next thing I remembered was a hand shaking me.✧ ✧ ✧“Don. Wake up.”Avery’s was standing beside me. She looked like my dream. She was a young girl, just about eighteen. Her blonde hair sat on her shoulders and stopped just above her round, heavy breasts. She had a tiny waist on her petite frame, wide hips, slender arms & legs but most notably: a mesmerising arse. A proper bubble butt, full in all the right places: almost as though it were begging to be spanked and in yoga pants. Well, it’s a wonder the other men in the room could miss it.I came in for my first session in early January, the gym was still busy with a. She told her dad that I seemed like a very nice and safe gentleman, and that after getting to know me better, she might want to break her eight years of celibacy and experience all the sexual pleasures that she had been denied during her two previous marriages. Her dad told her that a seventy-four year old man would probably have a massive heart attack during heavy strenuous sex with her. She then asked me if I would talk dirty to her during sex? Would I use other words for vagina and penis?.