She steps forward taking the cap off and pouring some on her hands before applying it to Stan’s cock. The site arouses me somehow. She then pours a ...ittle more and applies it to my bum. It’s cold but doesn’t cool my erect cock. Oh well, no point being bi and not enjoy it.I face the wall and kneel on the sofa. I’m aware of Stan standing behind me and then feel his hands on my hips. Though n his 70s, he still has a firm grip. Slowly he moves forward and I feel his cock against my hole. Spot on!. “Password?” I asked, puzzled.“Password!” insisted The Voice.“Pardon?” I am still confused.“No, that won’t do at all,” The Voice sounded quite pissed off. “Didn’t they tell you that your password must be made up from letters, numbers and other characters, the ones I call the squiggly bits?”“No. Nobody said nothing about a password.”“Damnation! Nobody does what they are supposed to any more! Right, name?!”“Russell Charles Atkins,” I recited, “Usually known as ‘Charlie’.”“You’re not on my list.”. Once in the bathroom, I knew that my makeup needed some touchup. I knewcouldn't keep him waiting for long, so I quickly washed my mouth andthen slowly touching up my makeup, once finished I looked again intothe mirror, to my dismay found that my sari was wrinkled already. As Istraightened my sari a bit fixing it again, I started thinking of whatawaited me, thinking about his hard cock feeling fear and also a senseof pride of being able to elicit such a response from him. I thought of my family. I tried to cover it with a cough, but she had already turned around to meet my eyes. The world seemed to stand still and she leaned against the wall. She feels her heart pounding in her throat like it is trapped, and suddenly she is feeling delirious with lust. The words tumbled out of her mouth, I had not planned them, “ John…I have to confess, I am very attracted to you.” She cannot remember the reaction upon my face. All she can remember is the image of me closing the door and walking over.