.What I wish had happenedThere's a knock on the door that wakes me up, I've fallen asleep under a blanket on the couch. I know that it has to be Tom. ... run to the door, excited to see him, answer it and he hands me some of my project work, smiles and stifles a laugh. He brushes past me, unusually close, and that's when I notice; my cock has gone rock hard and the tip just brushed Tom's side as he went into the living-room. He jumps under the covers and takes the sofa for himself.I shyly walk. Once again she allowed her fingers to roam over her stomach and slide down between her legs. Her legs spread wide apart to give herself access to her wetness. Her head was thrown back on the couch and her eyes closed. As she started to run her fingers over her tight red, thong she did not know that she was being watched. The mailman returned to the house, he wasn’t sure but he thought Sherry wanted him. As he looked in the side window he saw her on the couch.He decided not to knock and instead. She couldn't read his thoughts, but imagined in them were desire, amusement, and something else... sincerity? He leaned his body against hers, and her body immediately responded with more waves of accumulated wetness. His lips were very soft, which contrasted with his beard that lightly scratched her face. She hadn't kissed a bearded man in years and her face was tingling with all kinds of newfound sensations. "To your knees", he commanded. "Yes, Sir" she feebly replied. Tingles of sparks were. I was all woman. I stood transfixed as I looked at myself. I was in awe of the creature I had created. I had feelings I'd never felt before. I was horny, yes my cock was rock hard but I felt more. It was pure lust. I had a hole and I wanted it filled. I wanted a man inside me. I needed a cock inside me to make me his and I needed it now. I was aching. I was snapped from my trans by my phone. It was 11 am and Phil was parked in my driveway. I thought I'd be nervous but I couldn't get started.