He was so easy to talk too. He told me about himself, he was 71, that he had been a widower for 12 years and that his family had all but abandoned hi...m choosing to only contact him on birthdays and Christmas. After about an hour I made to leave but felt I should thank him for his help so insisted he come over to mine later and have some supper with me, to which he accepted.Albert arrived at my door at 7.30 as arranged sporting a bottle of red wine. Thankfully the apartment was now warm and I. I CAN'T THANK YOU ENOUGH FOR THE TIPS, THEY MADE AN EXCITING BUT NERVOUS TIME INTO A TIME THAT I LOOKED GOD IN THE FACE AND TOLD HIM THAT I AM GETTING FUCKED AND THE FUCKING WAS GOOD. SO FUCKIN' GOOD!Lovearub - March 11Wow! Your wrote your heart out on this one! It seems as though Mr. Bookstore did you right. 4 orgasms? Be careful, you are going to anger your Daddy. I am delighted that your virgin asshole was invaded so well - but "The ATM was delicious" really pissed me off.How bad I want to. Then she flashed me a bright smile. "I'm Darci," she announced. "And who are you?" I'm Joe," I told her.Darci flexed her marvelous legs for a moment first with a deep knee-bend, then minced her way over on her toes to the edge of the table and extended her diminutive hand."Nice to meet you, Joe," she chirped, somehow maintaining a bright smile throughout.I was stumped for a moment. Then I reached out and gently took her hand in my thumb and forefinger to shake. Her smile, if anything, grew even. The girl laughed back. At the same time. Even in my stupor, I figuredout that the girl was me. It took me a second to realize that much -- alot had changed. My hair was a radiant blond, and feeling around myface, some bangs were cut just long enough to trouble my eyes. My eyeswere a pale blue, and my lips a shiny pink, and tasting of somethingdisgustingly sweet.I went to stand up, but couldn't. The fishing line, so thin and palethat I hadn't seen it, was holding me fixed in that.