I’d been crossdressing for many years. I had many fun nights dressing up and playing with my toys but I wanted something more. I liked to get on the... phone with guys and play around. I had my favorite toys to use, especially my eight inch dildo and my butt plug. I really got into my phone sessions, but I felt like I wanted to go further. There was a nice guy who I had been talking to for a while, and I got to know a little better than the average phone fuck. He was friendly and sweet, and made. She was getting off at her old stop, still kept the family home there, letting it out to tenants. Her marriage had broken up (‘I always was a fidget’) and the children were away. Her job kept her in Washington, where she had a rented flat. She reached across, took my hand. I noticed that she had stopped biting her fingernails. ‘Are you ever in Washington, James? How about next time you give me a ring? It would be so good to sit down in a quiet restaurant with a bottle of white wine…’ ‘A.B.C.’ I. She thought about all those nights either he came to her room or she’d gone down to his room. They’d lay together and talk. She didn’t know about him but that made her feel nice. She thought about all those times she put her arms around him and snuggle with her boy. She also thought about how he cuddled against her and they’d talk. “But tomorrow, well tomorrow, he’ll be 18,” she said aloud as she laid in bed alone. She smiled as she stared off into nothing, looking at her ceiling, but in the. We just want a piece of your ass, that's all." Yeah," said another, "you're in college now. You're old enough. Hell, you're more than old enough. I can't believe you're still afraid of boys." Let me see your pussy," said the third youth, "and we'll let you see our cocks. That's fair, isn't it?" You wicked boys! I'm going to tell my daddy on you!" You're too old to be running to your daddy," said one of the boys, his hand cupped around her pussy-mound. "C'mon, let's go outside and climb into the.