It matters notbecause you wait.You wait for my touch...Anticipating the kissing softcaress of my hand or the heat of theopen palm to bite. Which will ...t be?It matters not...Trembling as the cool air wafts around yougoosebumps rise along your spine.Or is it fear that chills you?It matters not...Crying out as my strong hand connectsyou brace yourself and wonderwhat the next touch will bring.It matters not...Craving more you whimperand again my hand smacks your assburning, stinging, hurting so. What I mean by this is at f******n I dressed up as a women for Halloween most guys would do it as a joke, but I actually liked it it felt comforting. little did I realize why,first I thought maybe I was I was leaning towards being gay.but that did not make any sense for I was still sexually attracted to women. so I made the bad decisions of putting this issue on hold until now at the age of 33....not such a good idea lol I realize these days I do not want to be a woman just like women's panties. My stomach startted to grawel and they all startted to laugh at me and they said they had better go and grab something to eat . They asked me what food I liked to eatand I told them that I was willing to try and eat any and I would let them decide were we could go . They asked me if I liked pizza or suzi or chinese ? I told them that I was eat to try anything as the flight food was small and left you wanting more after you ate the meal . One of the guys slapped me on my shoulders and he said. Nancy’s breathing started to grow ragged and she moved a bit more forcefully.“God,” she gasped. “Don’t move!”Suddenly she groaned and shuddered, and I felt her walls clench around my shaft. She continued to move slowly as her first orgasm ran its course.“How long can you stay hard?” she asked.“I don’t know. I guess we’ll find out!”“Just stay right like you are! I’ll tell you when to move, OK?”I nodded and we exchanged a soft French kiss while she experimented with movements and over the next.