Masked is life nowadays. I removed my mask just to sip the hot coffee. I heard somebody hushing to somebody else. I scanned the surroundings. The bulky man opposite me in the other table smiled at me. Ho, my neighbour. Just returned on leave. The lady still with mask smiled inside which got transmitted through her eyes. Both of them were wearing similar mask. We had a brief talk and I had to hurried away to attend the official meeting. Late in the night I returned and fell flat on the floor. In the midst of a dream I woke up to a mask. Oh. It is my neighbour's wife. I tried to return to my dream. Kiss me. The voice reverberated through my nerves and it was followed by a brief chuckle of her husband. I opened my eyes full. The mask came down revealing the hairy niche which discended to my mouth. I opened my mouth in silent invitation and I had a glimpse of a man discending to my cock while she opened up the whole universe in my mouth.
A man associated with number 64 looking for cis female. I don't mean to denigrate trans. Just not accustomed to such relationships
