That was a question without a correct answer so I hugged her tightly and kissed her shoulder and neck. She shivered in my arms and then squirmed on my... lap. I suddenly felt awkward and shy for some reason. ‘I…. Uh… I….’ I stammered and then shut up. I really didn’t know what to say and I did not want to screw things up by saying the wrong thing. ‘Me too,’ Lacey whispered. I was not sure what she meant so I kissed her neck and hugged her. She sighed deeply and then lifted her head to kiss me. I threw the covers aside, and sat up on the side of the bed. My head swam slightly. As more awareness came to me, I realized that I had to use the bathroom. I got up and went into the master bath. After relieving myself, I look at the reflection in the mirror. The hag staring back at me was frightening, revolting even. Except, I thought sighing, the hag was me! I left the face in the bathroom, and went into my master bedroom. There, on the back of the door, was a floor to ceiling mirror. I. He rolled down his window and asked me if I knew what kind of place Signal Hill was late at night? I walked up close to the window and I said "yes I do". "I’m a man ... I dress this way to let you men know how I want to be treated". As I was finishing I felt something on my leg … the man had his hand on my leg and was slowly sliding it up my leg. I said "do you like what you feel so far"? He said “yes”. Well I looked straight down at his crotch and saw the bulge and said "I like what I see and. Some shifted uncomfortably in their seats, looking at each other furtively, their eyes giving each other the same message, 'God has delivered this beauty amongst us, let's use her'.I saw it, and let my thighs part in a provocative move. I knew what I wore under my outer clothing was the stuff men buy magazines to jack off to, stockings and garter belts, pussy waxing for the little girl look, some of my best sex was when I was barely into my teens and both my holes were being fucked as I was.