It's 5:15. Someone's home. I compose myself and wait patiently. Butit's hard to be patient when I know who's coming and what they're going todo to me ...in the master bedroom.Given all this, you might have a hard time believing that three days ago,I was a mild-mannered 30-year-old middle manager with student-loan debtand a used Honda Civic. You might also have a hard time believing that Iwas a man. But somehow, someone decided to let me live my fantasy. Everyday. For the rest of my life. And I'm. Peter next to me looked like he hadn't changed positions since I had fallen asleep.I poked him, he was leaning against the side of the plane staring out the window. I poked him again. And he didn't move. "Peter, come on, we landed."I grabbed his shoulder, and pulled him back against the seat. He was asleep, he was a really deep sleeper. I grabbed his shoulders, and shock him like crazy, and he finally woke up. "What?" he muttered, sitting up straight, and rubbed his eyes. He had a red mark on. ' meenu...mcccccccchhhhhhhh' He kissed me. By this time his hard cock bothering me much over my pusssy.. rubing and roling over my pussy.. Then i bend and kneeled to hold his cock....and kissed his shaft..its hard and wet...under shower.I had it my mouth licking gently and playing with his balls..rubbing his balls in my palm and sucking his cock.... He holded my head and caressed my shoulders and pinched my ear lobesand pushed my head to and fro... He swing his hips to. I knocked on the door of Mrs. Anderson's apartment and heard a shill voice tell my "just a minute."The door opened and I stood there staring at Mrs. Anderson. She was wearing a modest pants suit which I recognized from one of her fuck videos. If it had not been for the pain still in my balls I'm sure my cock would have popped out of my jeans."Oh Tim! Come in. What can I do for you?" She asked as I entered her apartment.I smiled and stepped into the middle of her living room. As I stood there I.