As he was still living with his mother it was agreed that he was going to visit me the following Friday evening. Every day we were exchanging emails w...iting for the end of the week to arrive. We even exchanged photos dressed in only our pantyhose. I fortunately have a digital camera so setting up and posing was no problem, but Elliot only had a Polaroid and a rather poor scanner. He was apologetic about the poor quality. I told him I didn’t care, the look of his hard cock encased in the variety. I loved her so much by now that I was willing to do whatever she asked me to, and I suspected that she knew that.What I did not expect though was that on my bus ride on my way back home, I found myself looking at every girl that I saw. I was looking at them, not with the lust of a teen aged boy for a girl, but with the curiosity and envy of one girl for another. I would see a pretty girl, and note how she was wearing her clothes, and wondering what her lingerie was looking like on her. I was. He was a few inches taller than me which kind of intimidated me but turned me on at the same time because of the thought of how big his dick must beThey had a few sessions and she really enjoyed it but when I asked what happened it was just the normal sessions so I thought nothing was going to happen. Then after about a month things started to change and she started to become more elusive about how the sessions wereThis made me suspicious and also very horny as all I could think of was they. I feel that familiar itch. That itch, that lovely itch south of the border. It is calling to me. I pop upstairs and check the kid’s room. The lights are out. I can hear him snoring. The parent’s master bedroom is on the other side of the house. It takes me a good 7 minutes to r each it. I just love her dresses they are so beautiful. The mother must have been a model at some point because she is an eye dropper. The husband is obviously rich. So she has the beautiful dresses. I rifle threw.