Also, listening to my neighbours had made me somewhat horny."Maybe a good hot shower will relax me ... and, of course, I can always..." I frowned as a... image of Carla stroking my hard cock appeared in my mind. "Hell, maybe a cold shower!"I stood and tugged off my socks, and started pulling my undershirt off. As it was up over my head, I was startled by the abrupt sound of music.It ... it was the ringtone of my phone – but my phone didn't have a song-ringtone? I stopped and listened:♫I have to. Her areolas were large light brown circles that wrinkled up as I kissed and sucked on them. The weight of her tits was incredible as I hefted them up to my lips. Her hand was jacking me up and down through my pants and my pre-cum was seeping a big wet spot where her thumb circled over the head. Before I could explore between her legs, the car turned a corner and we pulled up into a driveway of a local hotel.Shari pulled up her dress and released my cock and opened the door and got out. I. It allowed me to move seductively to promote my figure to the punters.I could see them leering at us, staring at us like dogs. But attention was intoxicating. I guess the mix of alcohol and excitement of reliving my youth made me dance with more vigour, more belief in myself. I didn't just dance, I performed, giving my audience a show. I made each man feel special. I also goaded them to join me. A few did. But they all seemed awkward and soon retreated to the comfort of anonymity amongst the. “„Warum nimmst Du nicht mich zum Dessert?“ fragst Du mich.Etwas verirrt, doch sehr erfreut schaue ich Dich an. Langsam komme ich zu Dir, beuge mich runter und küsse Dich. Unsere Zungen fangen an, miteinander zu spielen. Immer wilder werden unsere Küsse. Meine Hände umfassen Deine Brüste, massieren sie.Langsam ziehe ich Dich nach oben, drehe Dich mit dem Rücken zu mir. Ich küssen Deinen Hals und massiere Deine Brüste dabei. Ich reibe mein Becken an Deinem Po und Du spürst, wie sehr erregt ich.