I am a slim white guy who likes to dress like a smart woman, not a slut. I haven’t worn a wig for over 6 years and my hair is cut in a very female b...b. But I like domain top men, especially those with large a cock who know what to do with it.We had some fun chats on line and eventually met which developed into me sucking him off in a pub toilet, that when I discovered his thick 9” cock and how much spunk his manly balls hold! Fortunately there was noise in the pub so that no-one, I think, heard. "I hugged her. Cassie was tall and mature for her age and had the makings of a blond heart breaker, but she was still a little girl.And whenever I got a post card Cassie got one. Michael had sailed on all kinds of ships and sent a card from every port. I kept them in the drawer in my nightstand next to my bed.The one letter I got from him was from Yokohama about two weeks after he left."Dearest Teri,I miss you and Cassie. There I said it. The one thing you have when you're a passenger on a. It's larger and isolated, but most of all it's something different from what we're used to. I understand the ladies have decorated it up nicely and even added a few surprises."Jim seemed serious when he replied, "I don't need any more surprises at my age."I nodded and clapped him on the back. "I agree with that. The world has completely changed, my friend. That's enough surprise for any man's lifetime."Jim surprised me when he said, "Well, not all of the changes have been bad. Hell, I doubt the. He slid down, sitting beside me. The closeness was unbearable, his shoulder rubbed against mine, thigh against thigh. He was wearing spicy, musky, scented cologne that I had gotten him for Christmas, I inhaled deeply. I was pulled away from my thoughts by a hand waving in front of my face. ‘Hello, want to join the rest of us on Earth?’ he asked grinning. His smile was one of his best features, perfectly straight, white, teeth hidden behind a dark mustache. He leaned into me almost knocking me.