I let the printouts drop to the floor and walked out of the room. I had been completely surprised when I found the email folder tucked away in a subdi...ectory. I had been even more surprised when I opened it up and found a series of letters back and forth between Karen and some Canadian guy. The letters had dated from three months ago and from the beginning were filled with sex talk and innuendo. But lately they were getting more and more extreme and explicit. The worst thing was that from what. It’s like being Gay or something. I want to talk about it, but that’s hard to do in prim-and-proper-polite society. I can’t help feeling the need to keep it ‘in the family,’ around people who can understand and enjoy what I’m talking about. Any discussion of what I do requires a lot of careful probing to see if these people are cool. Will they be in on it with me? Or, will I scare them into yanking their children off the street as I walk past? It would be easier if I wrote ‘erotica.’ I don’t. I. His soft hands begin to stroke my cock as it grows quickly he really knows what to do. His soft lips engulf my hard cock and boy does he love to play with my balls. First with his hands and then with his lips. Mmmm I am now fully letting myself enjoy the pleasure we are having for what seemed like forever he plays with me and I am not finishing but enjoying it all. He continues to move down to an area I have not ever experienced my ass is now in play. First I feel the pressure of his fingers. "It's just hard to tell what they're supposed to look like. I mean it's not like I know that much about bikinis or anything." Mel gave an exasperated sigh and looked around for a minute. "Okay. Come on," she said, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the side of the store. I followed behind her with my armload of dangling bikini pieces. We arrived at the changing rooms. There was an attendant desk piled with clothes and empty hangers, but it was unstaffed. "Wait here," Mel ordered. She took.