A lot of touching and feelingaround my dick followed. I then started to scratch just to seewhat it felt like. I intently watched myself in the mirror ...heentire time I did this.I finally decided to take the final step. I did exactly what Deanhad told me to do. I started to picture my old body naked. As Iwondrously watched I had my first boner. It was the first one Ihave seen in my life and it was all mine. DeanI knew what Jennifer was doing in his room, because I was doingthe same thing. Staring. I am really interested in mature women and even I have a fetish for incest stories. I am still a virgin and waiting for the right opportunity. Here I begin my first story which is an art of fiction. This is totally an act of imagination and any resemblance to persons living or dead is not intended.The hero of the story is myself. For convenience I name myself Amit. I am 172 cms in height and 70kgs in weight. I have never measured the size of my tool(he he ). I am little on the bulkier side.. Husbands, eh?”Will countered with just the slightest hint of menace, stressing the word ‘husband’ strongly. He looked very disappointed but again his voice was so calm and sweet that the hidden threat – if it was there at all - was almost unnoticeable.“Why don’t I go and see him then come back?” I suggested, my heart thumping in my chest.“Good idea,” Will replied with an almost childish beam of pleasure. “If you come back around five past ten, no-one will see you. We could go to the pub. ‘What was that? Don’t know if I heard you correctly…’ his Australian accent thick with his desire. ‘You! I want you. I need you! All of you,’ she writhed beneath him, lifting her hips so that only his head would enter her body before she fell back unfulfilled. Once again, she felt his smile upon her body, and just as she thought she would lose her mind while he seemed so unaffected, he grabbed her hips and entered her swiftly, burying himself in her as far as he could. She screamed in.