Trust me."When the handcuffs were on snugly but not too tight, he moved up closer to her back. He pressed himself into her and wrapped one arm around ...her to place a hand on her right tit. His right hand went south and slipped under her now wet panties and found the source of the dampness."Yes! Oh God yes, Sir! Oh, please! Please play with my pussy, Sir. Oh, I want you to so much, please!"Her hands found something of interest themselves as she felt a large, impressive bulge in the front of his. We advanced to phone sex when we both had some privacy. That was a new delight for me. I had heard about a video phone chat service for lovers - this was before the explosion of video conferencing that we've all learned to hate - and suggested we try it. Let me just say it was incredibly exciting to watch each other masturbate on the computer screen. Sean loved it when I fucked myself with a dildo during the show. I loved watching his juices shoot out when he came.But after each episode, I. On my way to the bathroom, I passed by the mirror that hung between my bedroom door and my closet. Unable to resist, I peered at my reflection.A smile curled my lips at the sight of the naked woman staring back at me from within. Deep down I knew she and I were the same person, but the more I studied her, the less familiar she appeared. The subtle shifts in my appearances I had noticed of late now worked together to create an exterior I had yet to grow accustomed to. It was still me, yet at the. At fifty-four I was the oldest cyclist by a mile, it got me a few odd looks, but, once I started to look fitter, I caught a few admiring glances from the young female members of staff.Anyway back to the story.As I opened the gate into the small front garden, pushing my bike through, I spotted a figure hunched in the corner of the porch. As I approached the figure I realised it was a young woman and she was wet through. "At last," she said as she stood up, "I've lost my key." Sorry love," I said.