I'm probably the nastiest pervert you'll ever meet." This was met with loud, skeptical laughter."I'll never believe THAT," she replied and I knew we w...ere into my fantasy for real. I told her I could convince her and her response was "No you can't." Of course I played "hard to get" and demurred but she insisted. "If you're going to claim to be a pervert and expect me to believe it, you better be willing to convince me," she demanded."Oh, I could," I replied. "Trust me." I do trust you, because. After catching a glimpse of her noticing my gaze I lay my head back on the pillow and closed my eyes.o0oMy cock had responded to the memory of her and her swaying busom, growing even harder in my hand. I continued to stroke it slowly, enjoying the steady build of pressure within me as my fingers slipped over the pulsing, swollen head. Even in the dim glow of light it was becoming purplish in colour, and I could feel the slippery wetness of pre-cum on my fingers.o0oThe steady motion of her. She was 34 and I thought I was the one that was not at my peak. One Saturday I was running a few hours early and when I got to her place, I noticed something through her windows that was along her door. She was using her favorite vibrator legs up and spread wide open and she was getting off hard. I was furious, as this was the #2 rule given to her, ‘no toying or masturbating two days before our meetings.” I wanted her fresh not used up when we played, and here she was using herself up a few. He blushed, andchastised himself for such a thought.He ran his thin delicate fingers over his new facial features, softenedand glowing with youth. The look of anxiety in his eyes made his wholebody look like it needed to be protected. He realized for the first timejust how fragile he looked. This wasn't good. He splashed some water onhis face, looked himself in the eye and told himself to calm down. Therewould be no solution in fear.Call it instinct, but just being in the bathroom triggered his.