I used my Chinese Yuan on new designergear to replace those that I gave away or disgarded. What I didn't partwith were my kimonos or lingerie, there's...no way I was going to partwith them.After spending a week there, I caught another train to Hong Kong andbrought a plane ticket to Moscow. I disgarded the passport I had beenusing and took out my second one, this one in the name of BethanyCaruso. It was the name on every visa I needed to get through Europeand to the UK if I chose to.I spent a week. Unfortunately, she was wearing a bra, so the road bumps were of little benefit during the trip. Still, just being this close to my long-time masturbation fantasy and reality had my hormones churning. The drive was lengthy and exhausting, but at last we arrived in Kentucky and were introduced to the family in whose home we would be staying. They seemed like great people, and I knew I would be comfortable, even though I was the lone friend invited along on the trip. Our hosts had a home on. I tried stepping back from her cause she was so close I could feel her breathing on it but she inched closer.“Please, please, please let me touch it,” she said.“Wh-why?” I stammered. The idea of her touching me would make me go crazy. “I’ll let you feel mine,” she told me. That got me really stiff. I always thought Rachael was so cute and thinking about touching her would be great.“Umm, alright you can touch me then,” I said. Right away she put my 4 ½” pecker between her thumb and index finger. She rushed back out the door and grabbed her clothes, but couldn't see any rip or tare or any way they could have fallen off. She put on her huge bra, pulled up her extra large panties and continued until she was fully clothed again.However, when she stepped into the bathroom her clothes were once again pulled from her body by gravity, despite the fact that they shouldn't have been able to fall off.Rosy checked she looked at them again and started dancing a little as she did to try to hold "it".