His eyes tell me stories of what he’d like to do with what he sees, and what he doesn’t see. I wish I could live some of those stories. But life i... complicated. We both know it, but the fantasies are what keep me wearing a path in the carpeted stair-well. I want him to tell me those stories with his body, not just his eyes. I am married, and I think he is spoken for as well… sometimes, at least. But then sometimes he doesn’t seem so taken, and I wonder if he would actually take me, given a. He seemed to like my hairy chest, since most Viet Nam men are hairless. Jimmy than pulled down my shorts and laid his head tenderly on my belly, just above the pubic line and played with my cock; strokingly it gently, and kissing the head of it. After a while, he took it in his mouth and began the up and down motion, taking it all the way down and burying his nose in my pubic hairs. He sucked hard on it, and I grabbed his head and started face fucking him. Ramming my cock in and out of his. Her small frame with a perfectly heart shaped ass just an inch away from my engulfed manhood as I scrubbed her back. I’ve always wanted to do this to you Lisa. I know. Only now we can both get what we want and nobody needs to know I heard her say as she turned to me and looked up. You have no idea how many times I simply watched you as a young man swimming or running around without your shirt, the sweat covering your naked chest; I could only masturbate in silence and imagine how things. When "MissSatin" offered to train her husband in a week, she took her up on heroffer to have her husband spend a week in an extended training sessionwith a couple of other prospective sissies.Last week end was when the session started. Walt got up as usual andcasually dressed in jeans and a shirt. They were told he did not need topack anything as everything would be provided. They had a leisurelydrive up, stopping for brunch on the way. Around noon they arrived at abig Victorian house on a.