'60 pounds', and I retorted in the heat of the bargaining, '100 pounds'. I was selling a pair of knickers for fucks sake, or so I thought, he wanted m...re for that price.I was caught up in something very powerful, my own sexual desires were being awoken for the first time, old men desiring me for years was the stuff of my fantasies, my masturbatory dreams and now here in reality it had caught up with me, 'I want to wank onto your open cunt'.The crudeness and the way he said it, almost made me. I wanted to tell him to wish me back to normal again, but I bitmy tongue and tried to be patient. It wasn't easy though."Have you ever seen I Dream of Jeanie?" Peter asked the somewhatsurprised genie. But before the genie could answer, he continued,"That's the way a genie should be." Then giving me a quick look, Peterannounced, "I wish Larry would turn into the kind of genie who couldgrant me unlimited wishes..." WHAT?" I screamed out.Suddenly the dizziness blasted me again, the same twisting. They had been together since they were babies, their mothers all best friends and growing up together they had shared so much, including sharing digs at College, and then Robin, Joanie and him following John to New York when his friend got the offer to work at the Bank as an Analyst. But right now Misha was not in the mood to listen to good advice, and he told the two men, ‘I appreciate your concerns, but please butt out of my sex life.’ Stepping back from the small table he told Rob, ‘Did I. So, our hunt began firstly on one or two websites such as FAB and Swinging Haven,, our profile was clear what we wanted and wow did the emails start coming in, hundreds of them, far to many to answer all of them, as the majority ignored what was in our profile or hadn’t included a facial picture so all these were deleted.One gentleman called Tom (not his real name) from Chorley did stand out though, he was then in his late fifties, married to a school teacher and wrote how he was an amateur.