Ironic huh? This is a story about what I did in 1999. It was a turning point in how I understand my own sexuality. In August 1999 my wife and I bought...our first PC. This was a time of dial up Internet and clunky digital cameras. The cover for buying the PC was work and family use, but my goal was to explore the Internet for sex. Being married, in the doldrums and a father I wanted to see if what I had heard about the Internet was true. Does anyone remember Yahoo chat rooms and groups? This was. Everything had been in my reports, and I was being given a new identity. By that point, I was 44, which is a bit old for working in the field, and I couldn’t very well go into public service.”“No, I suppose not. So that’s when you became Ray Adams?”“It was a lot easier back then. They simply sealed my military records, issued a new birth certificate, and got me a California driver’s license. The one screw up, which you know about, was with the Social Security Administration. Somehow,. Her consciousthoughts were beginning to fade into the background. Her mind wasbeginning to be somewhere else.Was that person in the mirror her? Or was that person seducing her?She was in the thrall of the reflected image, as she had recently beenin thrall to the same image on the computer screen. But this was much,much better, because she could make the image in the mirror do anythingshe wanted. Absolutely anything. She was in control. She gave a strangelaugh, but this time it brought no. The voice had become all too familiar."My cock in your tight cunt sure feels damned real, though," the voice went on. "Don't know about you, Aunt Linda, but I never had a wet dream that felt like this."Linda had to know, breathlessly muttering, "Ron, is that you?... are you... f-fucking me?"A cock-thrust to the depths of her squishing pussy was the reply. It felt too good not to be genuine. But just to make sure she was actually awake, Linda poked her head out of the sleeping bag and focused on.