Looking down at her he saw her for the first time as a vulnerable young woman. For the next two days he napped on the sofa and periodically propped he... up to sip some liquid. She was never fully awake, but sometimes she would rant about something in her sleep. Sometimes he brushed stray hair from her face and held her hand. At last the fever broke and she slept soundly. Relieved of the need to listen for changes in her breathing he also fell asleep. Between listening for signs of distress from. Was this a one-off occurence only? Was I ever going to experience the thrill and pleasure of feasting on a real, hot, hard cock again? The longer the drought continued, the more worried I became that I would never get another mouthful of delicious cock again. I was getting more and more frustrated and even more desperate.Then one day I received a message via the "dating" site from a crossdresser in a neighbouring country. He/She liked my profile and wanted to know if I would be interested in a. For the second time that day I pulled back too far and my cock lodged at the entrance of her vagina.Again, with Herculean effort I lifted it up and she hollered, "Stop. Put it back there and push." I didn't do that with Patty." I don't give a shit what you did with Patty. Just do as I say and do it now. I have wanted my first time to be with you and now is the time."So I put it back and pushed. It wouldn't go in at first so I pushed a little harder and suddenly it popped in about an inch. Sarah. Sultry Susan had taken on the characteristics of my mother's face and fueled the daydreams with obscene values of testosterone. When the day finally came, I still had not mentally resolved to experiment on myself. I sidestepped the issue, making it secondary to assembling the machine.A week before flying out, Mom told me she'd be in New York for a three day conference. Dad was inconveniently out of town and would not return until Tuesday, the day before Mom's return. That left Aunt Lucy or my.