It was Denise. She was clad in skimpy bikini bottoms and a t-shirt.Denise is a very nice looking woman, in her fifty’s. She has a few wrinkles aroun... her eyes which gives her distinction. Her blonde hair is a little longer than shoulder length and her body is very shapely for her age. She has a daughter that is about 17 that lives with her, and another girl almost my age who’s married. Her body doesn't look like she has ever had any children.I flashed Clay a look which said, this could be fun,. I sat up, and decided to go next door even though it was very late. Dressed only in my sweatpants, I walked across the yard, and let myself into her house. It was completely dark, but a full moon gave me enough light as I walked up the stairs to her bedroom. She was sleeping on her side facing the doorway, under the covers except for her left arm, which was extended over the side of the bed. I moved close to her and could tell she was sleeping deeply by her breathing. On the nightstand was a. I moved closer now and whispered in Mark’s ear kissing it softly.“I want to suck your cock Mark.” He groaned against his will.“But, but, you’re actually a guy,” he said gently. I pulled back and stared into his eyes.“Mark, do I look like a guy?” I asked. He grinned sheepishly. And replied.“Well, no. Not really.” I took Mark’s hand and led him into the dimly lit guest bedroom. I undid his pants and told him to just relax. A moment later his pants were down and I had him sitting in a. "Travis contemplated what she was saying. Whether it was the hold shehad over him now or just an acceptance of what she was saying....hefound himself agreeing with her."I see what you are saying. I'm sorry. I am so sorry I tried to thinkfor myself."Ms. Dresner smiled at that. "Oh, it's fine, darling. I just want youto understand, what is happening to you, to Rachel and Karen and all myother girls is no different in the big picture than any other aspect oflife. We are all born into.