Nothing there. He moved down to my neck area. Nothing there either. Next, his hands moved down to my firm breasts, where he gave a little more attenti...on. His hands leisurely explored each globe from the base to my hardened nipples, leaving nothing to chance. “I’m also checking for any masses in case there’s something growing inside,” he explained as he squeezed each breast like testing melons for ripeness. His smooth hands slowly circled each breast as he deliberately inspected for any. Wow, I was so excited but then again I was just hung up in the moment. I entered the back of the van. Inside was a mattress and a bench. I sat on the bench. This guy sat next to me and placed his hand on my leg. I was so turned on at this moment that I let my horniness take over my common sense. He worked his hand up my leg and spread them. I just responded. I was wet and very horney. He started to feel up my crouch and then worked his hand inside my blouse. I was lost at this point. The. New York is full of neighborhoods. Go five blocks, and you're in another country. I caught up with them in a Japanese one. And I was sure I saw them run into this "School of Taoism"." Her frown deepened at the memory, her voice lowered with outrage. "I ran right into one of their ceremonies. I didn't care: I didn't believe in anything about them. (Except karate.) That is the last memory I have of my life as a man." She practically dropped onto the edge of the bed. "The next thing I know, I'm a. ..My phone rang, distracting me. I opened my eyes, snapping myself out of my daydream. The video stopped with the woman showing her now clean pussy to the camera, the other woman having licked everything up.With a frustrated huff, I answered the phone. It was Grace.“Hi,” she said. I heard her exhale loudly on the other end, and then take a deep breath in. “I’m just on a quick smoke break,” she explained. I had never imagined the faceless Grace as a smoker. It bothered me, and I didn’t know why..