I began to think about what it would be like to touch their cocks. To feel the warm, vein covered, hard shafts. I would touch myself dreaming it was t...em. Stroking my young hard cock, I would bring myself to incredible, powerful orgasms. Laying back and shooting my warm, thick jizz all over my chest and stomach, I would lustfully bring my cum covered fingers to my mouth and taste them. So wishing it was the man’s in the magazine.My curiosity, my lust, only built and became stronger. I dreamed. I made my way from village to village, thinking I’ll soon find a major road, and find my bearings. I came to a ‘T’ junction, and turned left, I’d only gone fifty yards when I came to where they’d re-surfaced the road, and some bloody 20 MPH signs. This stuff is lethal on a bike, and I plodded my way along thinking, ‘I hope I don’t get some nutter in a car behind me, wanting to go quick.’ Then as I rounded a bend, I saw a sight that made me freeze. There in the road was a young girl, lying still. “No!” I cried. “Just your hand, just like this.” He didn’t know what to make of me, but he was certainly entranced by the sight, so he lowered himself to his knees like he was at the altar of Mona’s cunt and began stroking me through the stockings. I was already a fucking swamp down there, and I pulled out a breast to pinch as he went on rubbing my clit with his thumb. I pressed up hard into his hand with my hips and came in like thirty seconds. “OH MY GOD!” he said, like he had just come as. Eric, and I love you." and he kissed her back. First on her lips and then moving his way down the soft nape of her neck. 'How he wanted that neck! How he wanted her!' He would wait till their wedding night for the transformation."I have an idea!" he said "Let's go skinny dipping!" and he got up quickly pulling her up."Okay, sounds like fun!" she replied. and they started pulling off their clothes. She had been wearing a long black skirt and a white lace blouse and he was in his black breeches.