No problem. He txts he is here, I give him room number and watch out window and only one guy gets out of car so I move to bed and wait for him. He k...ocks and the door opens and I say over here. He walks over and says damn Gurl you look better than your pics. Has me stand up and bend over the bed while he rubs my ass and legs. He asks if he can take a pic I tell him no face and he had me lay on bed with one leg bent showing my thigh. He sits down and I start rubbing his cock through his sorts. The first one was a teenaged youth with a fair share of pimples called Tommy.Tommy was eager to experiment with Betsy not caring if she was thirteen or thirty and he proved to have hidden skills with his tongue that convinced her he was a lot older than he told her he actually was. She was in no position to criticize because her back story was a lot shakier than his sketchy outline of his own experiences. He had no problem in bringing her to the “tingle” she valued best of all and she knew her. How I made easy friends, however never had the guts to go further.She told me about how she was serious with a colleague for 2 years. But he rejected her due to her weight problems. I was sympathetic to her as a friend and never thought beyond it. We discussed how life can be beautiful with someone to share, cuddle and feel happy to be with.We discussed us going to a new place as friends and explore. We connected on many levels. But I always thought of her as a close friend and never had any. He had his long hairneatly groomed and was planning for it to hang loose over hisshoulders. That night he was back in his old bedroom in his Mum'shouse, living with all the memories it contained. After a refreshingsleep Sam began to get ready for the big day. He smiled as he lookedat himself in the bathroom mirror. His electrolysis was now completeso he no longer had to shave. Without makeup his look was moreandrogynous, something he was very comfortable with. He wentdownstairs where his mother.