.at least I know that is the case for me. My name isGary, but most of my friends call me Sondra. I am 59 going on 60 (youcan sing that if you?d like...), and I really do live to serve women. Ihave done so for most of my life, both as a "sissy" husband/hubbette,and as a professional nail tech who does their "tips 'n toes," and whokeeps his own long and lovely as a symbol of submission to the fairersex.I was on vacation recently, and had an opportunity, when I wasn?tserving my. The evening came quickly and most people were already there. I got bored from watching TV and I had already unpacked everything I got so I went outside to grab a snack. I was familiar with most of my parents' friends but there was this one hot guy that caught my eye. I found out I was into older guys pretty much the moment I figured out I was gay (even though I have never thought about what made them so appealing to me).Dad's new friend was approximately his age, maybe even older. He had short,. I pulled the string to my joggers loosening off the waist, I pulled my cock out over the waistband and started wanking it, visible in the dull red light. A minute or two after, I realized she had moved quietly along the row, and was directly behind me. She lent down over the back of the chair and took me into her hand, I didn’t refuse her. I moved my hands away, and placed them down by my sides, she moved her small soft hands up and down my shaft. Is that better she whispered into my ear, much. We were cuddling on the bed in my therapist office. Over the course of the last eleven sessions with her, I had guided her into this naked therapy.Now she moaned into my lips. She kissed me with passion as I settled on her, my round breasts pressing into hers. The eighteen-year-old girl squirmed beneath me, her thighs rubbing into my legs. She trembled and shuddered, whimpering. Our nipples brushed.Sparks flared.I broke the kiss, my silky, black hair spilled around my head. I rubbed into her.