Well, that got me throbbing at the thought. We chatted on the phone and arranged fro him to call with me when Helen, my wife, was out. I set up the co...puter in my room upstairs to show some hard pumping porn and a slide show of Helen in various poses. I watched and pulled while I waited for the bell to ring. It did. Right on time. I put my cock away and went downstairs to meet him. It’s always a heart pumping moment opening the door to a wank buddy for the first time. But he was fine, a bit. In the distance a car horn tooted threetimes, she lifted her handbag and smiled. “Well that’s him now,” she giggled.“What? I’m sorry what did you say?” I shook my head totry and lift the haze of excitement from my mind.“I said that’s him now. My lover. You know the man Iam going to be going on a date with and, if he’slucky, fucking his brains out later.” She turned andbegan to walk to the hall.“What? What you mean?” I tried. She clung to my chest and stroked his back, crawled under my sweater. Starting with the knees, stroking her leg, making his way up. Pantyhose shoot himself did not suddenly tear. Pulled the edge, and Dasha took herself to bare her lovely legs. And I completely undressed and stood before her with a protruding member. It all contractible tights. I helped her become bare, kissing her body. Bra left, very much I liked it, gave a certain piquancy. The same thing - with the panties. When you kiss. I grabbed his hand, "Don't you dare say that, you need a serious reality check if you think that you're a disgrace or anything else negative, you're mad! You are kind, generous and the only guy whose accepted me, for who I really am" "What do you mean?" He looked at me. "Me too, no one else knows." I went closer, and kissed him, electrics through my body flowed along with the collective tears out our eyes as we kissed. The band had just started to play a song, I got up. "Care to dance man?" I.