.. kissing, touching, licking, enjoying the feeling of skin on skin contact... I run my hand down your chest, smoothing my hand over your stomach, the... slipping around your cock to your balls.. I feel you growing, getting harder... your hand is caressing the inside of my legs, and I gasp as you reach my moist pussy lips, brushing your fingers over them. You lower your lips to my hard nipples as you kiss one, running your tongue round and round it teasing it... your fingers still rubbing my wet. No doubts about it. I was in love with a man.***As I lay there, like a completely lifeless doll, I pondered on what hadjust happened. I had not only agreed to date Frederick, but I had prettymuch confessed to wanting to be his girlfriend. And when I was at theheight of arousal, the image I chose to focus on was him... naked. Notonly naked, but jogging at the same time. A strange image, but I knewwhat it was that made that image so arousing. It was seeing his cockbounce up and down as he ran.. ..I was obviously telling them all from my eyes and big blushes, I got carried away by them!I felt two arms around my shoulders and they navigated me through a few full streetsI walked up the steep stairs of a small hotel at a very pointer corner at some canalI am sure I can find it back, as I easily found my way back to you from them, anywayI continue my sexy story: upstairs the blonde beauties finally introduce themselves:I am Lizzy, she's the most sexy to see ... And I am Lezzie, low voice. ’ She loaded the image into her computer’s photo- enhancement program. Then she typed instructions for the program to age the subject of the photo about 11 years. She looked at the photos M had given her, showing arms dealer W. ‘OK,’ she said, ‘let’s put in a receding hairline.’ A few keystrokes later, and presto, William Wallace had lost a fair amount of hair. ‘Oh, and a thin, debonair moustache.’ More keystrokes, and the image on her screen changed again. She blinked in disbelief. She taped.