His name was Mark. He was a younger man of about 27 years, 6'2" tall, gray eyes, dark brown hair and a fit, muscular body. Mark had been overseas fo...r a few years and was now back to take up his life in his home state. He had booked the table at one of the top restaurants and arranged to meet Beth there. They greeted each other warmly and were shown to a table by a window. The city glowed beneath them, all bright lights and electric beauty. The night air was crisp although the restaurant was. I didn't say a word and she just gave me a little shhhhh sound as she ran her hand down and grabbed my cock. I always sleep nude and my cock stayed hard in those days so it was already swole up. She gasped a little as she squeezed it and so did I. She bent down under the cover and pulled her head to my cock and slid her mouth around it and began to slowly suck. I ran my hand down her back to her ass, she was nude. I slid my finger inside her wet pussy and felt her tense up and make a moan. I. It doesn't respond very well to my touch.Too familiar.Charley knows how to get herself off, though. She's not in the mood atfirst, but she feels nice in her new underwear, and despite knowing thatshe'll be 'trolling for vampires' (her term) in a day or two, she'sprepared to frig herself - although she'd prefer that David was doing itto her.The eroticism of being in a woman's body, of dressing, of touching my mostintimate places... it falls strangely flat. I'm turned on... but Charley'sbody. It would have taken a long time to view all of the pictures. She noticed numerous men, some appearing quite young. She saw one of Colette and Arthur wheeling their suitcases at Heathrow. She must have had someone take that picture when they got in.“We’ll have tea here,” Colette said as she stood by the couch in the living room, the coffee table set with a tiered tea tray, a modernistic yet delicate teapot, and matching cups and saucers.As Sioban moved toward the couch her eyes devoured.