He was the first to write to me here. Sixty-something like me, single, bi, rather fond of cuddles, handjobs, sucks, kisses, tongues, fingers, .... We exchanged many messages, the tension was rising. Exchanging photos, then the temptation to see each other on cam, the second day. I waited for everyone to sleep at my place. We met around the site's app, talking in low voices, caresses from a distance but solitary masturbations, simultaneous ejaculations. It lasted a week, intensity always at its maximum. Something new was happening to me, bisexual, I like to suck, to be sucked. I had always lived identical relationships with men, wanker, wanked, sucker, sucked. With this guy, I quickly wanted to become his feminine being, for him to be my man. He had never experienced this either, he let me live my fantasy, going from my darling to my darling. Our cam dates weren't enough for us, we lived 200 kilometers from each other. I invented a date to escape from home one night We arranged to meet halfway. Fully committed to my role as a companion, I decided to treat myself, to offer him lingerie for our date. Of course it would remain a surprise for him. I regularly went to a sex shop to buy cock rings, masturbators and other sex toys. The young saleswoman recognized me, but was surprised when I turned to the lingerie section ..... What size is it for? Like me .... my 1m80 and 110 kilos .... she understood immediately that my purchases were for me. Discreetly, she made me try on a corset, garter belt and stockings, all in red and black. As we often discussed my sexual practices, I confided in her that I had found a lover. She advised me to buy condoms and lubricant just in case...... I drove to the hotel booked an hour in advance to receive Pierre, my man in uniform.... Arrival small hotel without reception, automatic p ...

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