Hungry. Lemon. I’m near him and I always taste and smell lemon. The man is obsessed with the citrus. Popping lemon-flavored hard candies, taking a ...edge of it in his water, squeezing it over his fish. He draws back, but the flavor lingers on my tongue. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow.’ ‘Yeah.’ I watch him walk down the hall and unlock his own door before I close mine and whisper softly like a lovesick fool, ‘Goodnight, Leo.’ June 25 Milan passes just as quickly as Brussels and Zurich. We happen. I left my cell and then tried to get it out of my mind so I could get some work done. By the time they returned my call I was already home from work and had almost given up hope. I found myself nervous as I talked to the woman on the phone yet she was very pleasant and did her best to calm me down. I told her what I was looking for and that my escort had to fit in with the parameters of a black tie business dinner. Once I paid with my credit card, I was instructed where I could pick up my. I tried for a straight, and I lost my blouse. Literally. I slowly unbuttoned my top, and pulled it off my shoulders, tossing it onto the floor.Matt lost the nest two hands, leaving him in just his underwear. I smirked as I took in the sight, his obviously very large cock was hard, straining to get out from it's cage. And it hit me, he's aroused. This young man was aroused by my middle-aged body! I loss the next hand, and after pulling my jeans off, I saw the lustful gaze of the two young men.. ‘Put it this way, if your wife could please you and Kev could please me, we wouldn’t be here now in our leotards and tights and hard cocks, with me squatting down and going down on you,’ I said, as I manoeuvred myself with my arse to the mirror, facing Ray’s pantyhose image on the computer. I looked at Kev’s boss, with my hand on his cock and with a look like butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth.‘Oops,’ I said, biting my lip, my face taking on the expression of a fucking clueless bimbo.‘I’m going.