I wonder if you had more of achance to fit in as a boy your age, if you would be standing before meas my daughter." It was my deepest darkest heart's ...desire and that had nothing to dowith changing so I could do something but only who I felt that I wasdeep down. What happened next. Momma?" Daddy asked me what I was doing going out. I told him I was going outto take measurements in the night sky. Daddy told me that he did notfeel it was right for me to be traipsing about the neighbor hood at. We picked a time about one hour from when I had contacted him to meet up at a local coffee shop. I showered and shaved so my pussy was nice and bald for him and dressed down just wearing jeans and a jersey with nothing underneath. I went to the coffee shop and ordered my coffee and waited at a table for him. He walked in smiling as if he had won the lottery. He ordered his coffee and sat with me. He was as perverted in person as he was online but he was also much funnier in person. He made me. Being fucked, yes. But now, running my hands down Adam's back and over his ass, I realized what a perfect ass he had--a young, tight one, perfectly shaped, and suddenly I was overcome by desire."OK," I said thickly, and reached for the lube. He snatched it out of my hand, and squirted it on my cock. He slathered it over my shaft lovingly, to the point where I had to pull his hands away."Careful," I said. "You don't want to make me cum yet."He chuckled in a way that seemed to suggest he was. I felt so horny all day being in it and couldnt wait to flash it to Justin. When I got on the bus Justin wasted no time and asked “wanna chill when we get home?” “Definitely.” I said back. He didn't even have a snotty retort to my eagerness. I was daydreaming all the different ways I could please him. When it was right before our bus stop, I did the same thing as before and showed Justin my butt with the thong. He smiled and shook his head in disbelief. He reached his hand in his pants tucking.