. And I answered them all.I asked them about her and she said she is working in a private bank and her husband is onsite (it geeks know what’s onsit...).I asked her why she chose to live alone, she said her husband owns this flat and she finds convenient to travel to bank from here.I was happy as I was low on cash (demonetization)and she was a banker and asked her for help, she was happy to extend the help, she asked me for my number and we exchanged.Me – taking the last sip of coffee, I wished. My nipples are extremely sensitive and I love being toyed with and pleasuring others."I answered eagerly with some of my ideas and earlier experiences:"I like your sexy submissive summary, Solagge! Feels fine to start some story for you one day.I've written several stories for friends this way:Copy and paste dialogues from private messages.Imagine you come to see me in Amsterdam.Your excuse can be to get that T-shirtwith the text, big in black on white:GOOD GIRLS GO TO HEAVENBAD GIRLS GO TO. We had to stop at a rest area, when we came back to the pickup a car was parked on her side of the truck. Iopened the door so she could get in, as the pickup is fairly high her skirt really rode up her thighs. The driver was watching and poked the passenger who was also getting a good view. As she sat down her naked pussy came into view. I made sure to stand out of their view so they would get a good look.A short distance before their home Beth asked me to pull over so she could readjust her. " My stomach growled. I walked to the cupboard and got some cereal and poured myself a bowl.I suppose I should give you a description of myself. Im about 6 feet tall, I have black hair to my eyebrows, I have emerald green eyes, and I have a pretty good figure. I have some pretty toned muscles. I think Im a pretty average guy.I sat on the couch and watched tv eating my cereal. Unsatisfied with it I knew I was going to need something more.My mind thought of what I needed... Coffee. I polished off.