I had met him a few times on the golf coarse and thought he was pretty cute. The card that came along with the extravagant flowers he had sent me read...- MEET ME AT PENTHOUSE 507 - 7.00 SHARP. LOOKING FORWARD TO IT – DAVE x x. I rapped on door 507 with its gold embellished numbers and waited patiently for a reply. I stood wondering what kind of intrigue lay within. I could hear voices inside, a few seconds later the door finally swung opened. There in the doorway stood Dave, his dark eyes. For instance, I decided not to mention what had happened in the bath-room, what I’d felt when Mandy held my cock while I pissed, saying only that we’d showered together. I also withheld the fantasy Mandy and I had shared early the following morning. But apart from a few things like that I gave her as full a description of the events as she wanted, and that was pretty detailed, not only wanting to know what we had done, but also how Mandy had reacted. Other than knowing that they were fine I. " You know Harold, I am really glad you have these fetishes, I mean women have dildo's and vibrators which do a pretty good job but I am rather pleased you like taking care of your needs with my clothes; heels and half-glasses."Well I was very glad about this, I had girl friends in the past but thinking about it, I'd rather be with their moms, I knew I loved older ladies and I knew beyond a doubt I always would.Lunch with mom was almost over and she ordered the zipoli which are Italian. The authors that she came across on a few of these sites never used their real names but instead had “pen names”. Much to her surprise, there were both men and women that wrote these fictitious tales. She mainly stayed with the ones written by women because by her own experiences, men know nothing about romance.That was until she came across a single pen name that just intrigued her to no end. The name itself reminded her of the Tom Cruise character in the 1980’s movie “Top Gun”. She simply.