“Oh yeah…mmm...yeah….mmmm…”His dick felt nice and warm and it had a really strong throb. When I touched his dick, it twitched and throbbed i... my hand. I had never had an older man’s cock in my hand before.His eyes were still closed.“Oh that’s nice, lad. It’s been so long since I’ve had somebody else’s hand on my dick. Oooh!”I thought he was gonna shoot off there and then. Two years of built-up frustration was being released in my hand. I could feel his cock throbbing with heat. It was getting. She very gently washed his face and neck. Then she washed his chest and arms. He was still breathing lightly with an occasional murmur. She moved the rest of the covers off of him. Well, she thought, it was better to save that for last. So she washed his feet and started working up his legs. Finally, she was to the part she had no experience with at all. This was as close as she had ever been to one.The smell was forcing me back out of a heavy sleep. It was pervasive and my lungs were full of. For some reason though, I couldn’t pluck up enough courage to look again. I just sat there. A short while later, I saw a young pair of shoes, at the end of jean-clad legs, enter the cubicle next door. The shoes were new and smart, with a brass toe-strip, fashionable at the time. Clearly it was someone fairly young; probably no older than me, at any rate. He seemed to sit down but then do nothing else. I was curious and couldn’t resist the temptation, so I wrote on a piece of toilet paper, “How. See ya' later Sis,? he laughed.His lips brushed mine again and he shot up and sprinted after his friends laughing out loud.Part IIAs I lay there used and abused I wondered what my future held now that Tom knew my secret. I picked myself up and staggered home, limping to the bathroom to remove my female garb, my underwear tattered torn and come soaked. I ran a shower to remove my smeared makeup and the dirt and come from my body. I checked myself for bruising and cuts and found that I had not.