Still, she did want him on the floor so she paid no mind to the inadvertent bruises which the fall probably inflicted on him.She climbed atop him and ...held his cock tightly, using it as a handle as she found the right position. For a very long moment she stroked it against her pussy, rubbing the throbbing head on her wet clit. Part of her wished he would just explode at that moment. She imagined pulse after pulse of hot cum flowing against her while she jerked him straight against her. He. The ride there was quite. They arrived to a fancy looking townhouse right on the beach, quite close to the one she and Holly would be moving into. He stopped the car, got out and walked around to open hers. He helped her out the car taking her hand again, leading her into the house. Wow, it looked amazing, it looked like it one of those fancy houses you see in magazines.“You want something to drink?” he asked leading her to the couch.“No thank you” she smiled up at him as she sat down.“Are you. Touching myself had always been a regular thing. Sometimes fingers would be places on my breasts, stomach and past my hips were I'd play with my parts.Not all times did touching myself result to a pleasureful release, no. In fact, sometimes it would end there. A few touches here and there and soon I've lost interest.I would become sick and tired, bored even of my own fingers touching my flesh.I wondered what it would be like to have my fingers replaced by that of a man, women or female. But my. It took a bit of maneuvering on my part after that. Somehow, the email got deleted, and not only did I loose the guys phone number, I couldn’t remember his ID either.In the back of my mind, I was wondering if that was a sign of ole age. Okay, watch it guys be gentle I am only fifty-four. That evening we talked things over, and I told Harry what had happened. Lucky for me he has a palm pilot and had stored Steve’s information there. We then agreed that we would like to get together with Steve..