Then one day while all alone I began to think about what it would be like to suck on another man’s cock. I couldn’t believe how aroused and excite... I had gotten as I masturbated three times that day to the thought of doing it. I felt guilty after that even though I couldn’t get the thought of it out of my mind. It had been a few months later and I was still fantasizing about sucking another man’s cock. I quickly found myself going out onto the internet sites searching the personals. This is. "Tell the nice man how you love having your peepee dressed up Lobelia?" Yes I love wearing my pretty bow and Mummy is getting me other prettythings to wear on it also," I said while looking into his beautiful eyes,not knowing why I had to add that last bit."Oh Lobelia my dear what did I tell you about addressing men and boys?" Igot firmly asked."I'm to address them all as Sir." Yes that is right now don't forget it in further, so what do you say tothis nice young man?" I love wearing a pretty. Even the dogs stared at me, their curious expressions giving them an almost comical allure. Then came the silence. It was so overpowering I dared not move. I just stood there as the rest of the class, which was made up of a dozen men and one woman, stared at me. Most of them seemed surprised, but a few appeared to be amused. The instructora butch woman with a crew cut and far too many rolls of fatseemed mildly annoyed by the disturbance, but otherwise uncaring of my lateness. You must be. The bar we chose had these awesome old fashioned barrel booths, we were fortunate enough to nab one. Rebecca was just as pretty in person as she had appeared in her photo. She was thin up top with small yet perky breasts, but had very sexy, wider hips – what you might call a booty. In essence she was oozing sex appeal. The conversation, going well, I leaned in for a kiss and was met with enthusiastic acceptance. I remarked, that already this date had gone better than my first. She agreed. I.