It is not my intention to offend anyone, nor my intention to write stories about role models. They are just stories about people and what drives their... sexuality, which is something that is often quite uncomfortable. * * * * * It was dark and there was a chill in the air as Carol wandered the streets. It was not a part of town she was familiar with and she felt distinctly uncomfortable to be here as she realised that girls were roaming the street corners. She had received a mysterious telephone. He asked my name, as he said we needed to be less formal if we were to do any business, saying his was Eddy and that he did not want to bring me a lot of grief so not to look so worried. Worried! At that precise moment my head felt light and I was in fear of fainting. I staggered into my kitchen and collapsed on a padded bench beside the table as this loathsome bastard followed me into the room his huge frame filling the doorway and blocking the light as he joined me in the room. He. I BRACE MYSELF, YOU CAN FEEL ME TIGHTEN AROUND YOUR THICK COCK AND YOU JUST WAIT, YOU WANT TO FEEL ME QUIVER AND SQUIRM AND BEAR DOWN ON YOU."PLEASE" I SOFTLY MOAN, YOU CAN HEAR THE GENUINE PLEA IN MY VOICE."YOU KNOW, I'M GETTING TOO OLD FOR THIS..BUT I DON'T CARE." YOU REMIND ME.WITH GREAT DIFFICULTY I REPLY, "I BELIEVE IT WAS GROUCHO MARX WHO SAID 'YOU'RE ONLY AS OLD AS THE WOMEN YOU FEEL.' " "WHICH MEANS I'M 16 AGAIN" YOUR COCK TWITCHES INSIDE ME AS YOU SAY THAT."AND I GUESS THAT MAKES ME. The pleasure from my glans distracted me as the questing finger entered me. I'd heard of things like a finger in the ass during oral sex but never been with a woman who had liked it. Her finger slowly plunged in and out, maybe half an inch at a time. With the muscles relaxing and accepting, it started to go deeper, ever deeper. After a minute of this I all of a sudden trembled as her finger touched my prostate and caused a sensation to go through me. She must have worked her finger its full.