As she calmed down, it occurred to me that I was practically hugging one of the hottest women in the world and my cock began to stir in response to th... contact and my own fanciful imagination. Just as I was thinking it might be time to resume my driving, things got interesting. Turning to face me but staying within my arms, she looked me in the eyes and said, "Thank you Henry. This whole mess has me in a frightful way and I just lost my head. You must think I'm quite the dumb arse." I protested. Mehak ne us din jeans aur sphagetti daal rkhi thi aur uapr se ek shirt jo usne khulli rakhi hui thi hum ghum rhe the to ek side par hum beth gye.Maine uski gal par ek kiss kar dia to usne mujhe pakad kar smooch kar dia. Maine kaha koi dekh lega to usne kaha yahan koi nae hai ab andhera ho rha hai sab chle gye hai.Humne ek esi jagah dhundhi jahan se hume koi na dekh sakke ek taraf pathar the aur dusri side band thi pathro k peeche thodi jagah thi main mehak ko vahan le geya. To usne kaha yahan. So he and Brad reasoned that itwould be best to dress as those types of victims. I asked him why we couldn'tjust pose as the girl's boyfriends. They just said it would be better to havemore victims than football players. At this point, I think that they justwanted to put on the dresses. Now here we were, in front of a mirror makingsure that our bras are on straight. "Now do we have our covers straight." Brad asked. "Yeah," I said. "I'm Jessica, honor student and cheerleader." I'm a Swedish girl. In my late 40's, trapped in a bad marriage, I began to recall my college days and began to spend a lot of time in gay chat rooms. I started hooking up with men I met at these sites. During my college days, I was usually the one who was getting fucked and it was mostly with older men. Now I was an older man and my first few hook-ups were with younger men and I was the one doing the fucking. However, more and more I was remembering my college experiences and the need to be fucked returned to me.