I inhale eagerly, almost as if I've jumped into a cold lake. I've been thinking about this all day and it's finally happening. I smile and watch an ar...ist at work. You grab the base of my cock between your thumb and index finger, bouncing subtly on the balls of your feet as you lovingly take me in and out of your mouth. Looking up at me, you squeeze my cock, trapping more blood inside it and thickening the veins around it. You use your other hand to stroke it as it's now spit-soaked and. She could just imagine him: short and tubby, a receding hairline, wearing polyester pants and a sweater knit by an elderly relative. ‘But he’s such a ‘nice man” her mother declared. Ha! She dearly loved her mother, but that lady had questionable taste in men. After all, she’d liked Maryann’s ex-husband. All day, Wednesday, Maryann fretted. ‘I’ll go to that stupid bingo game,’ she thought to herself, ‘but I’m not going to enjoy myself and I’m not going to get all fixed up!’ Feeling restless,. As I put on a pair of very high heels (to my thought), I hoped I'd beable to walk in them. I did, with very little wobbling. The body to therescue again. Then time to go.I called down for a cab, threw on a jacket that matched the skirt, andwent out to my "appointment" with "Big Ben".When I arrived at Chico's, I found that "Big Ben" was already there.Going to the bar, I sat on a stool, making sure I was angled just rightfor him to see a generous amount of leg. As I waited for him to react,. I snuck out and went to see Ken. Can we talk a few minutes? He said sure, hang on a minute. Ken ran over to Coach Tuttle and said he was gonna skip out a little early that he had a friend that need some advice. Coach said fine and looked over at me. Ken came back, put his arm around my shoulder and said lets go find a quiet corner we can yak in. The locker room was empty so we sat in there. I asked Ken if I was queer. He said no little buddy, not at all, you just like pleasing people, it made.