Except that him was a middle aged man with a briefcase. Shay stood naked with hands on hips,"Who are you?" I could ask the same, but I already know. Y...u must be Shay." I am." And I am the owner of this apartment, William Frazier." Oh shit, I'm sorry." Now Shay was trying to cover herself and running to find a shirt." Nevermind young lady. I may as well see what all the fuss is about." William put his briefcase on the hall table and followed Shay into the living room. She had her shirt in. " Lenny had left school as soon as he could and became a mechanic, focusingon motor bikes. Now, at twenty-eight, he owned a small Ducati dealership, rodebikes all the time while dressed in his brand new red leathers and black helmet.He and his friends would take off on weekend jaunts across the channel andride through France or Spain , leaving me behind in dreary London . I didn'tlike his friends much, all lads who swilled lager and whistling at girls whileogling my breasts, so I didn't care.. Shoo... go away. Go back. Moti.." I whispered, and tried to convince him to turn around and go back. But he wouldn't.That's when it struck me. Based on our previous interactions, it was Moti's understanding that the norm when we met was for me to pet him, rub him and make some fuss over him. He was expecting me to do that again. Maybe if I played with him a little, he'd go away. Oh, what the hell, I thought to myself and patted him on the head and then rubbed the coat of his back."Aww Moti.... Joseph is hairy all the way through and was out of his pants first. "Wow, neatly trimmed and hairy, just what I was hoping for" Joseph had a nice chubby going after Dustin's attention and was showing about half of his thick 6" cock. As I got my pants off, my 7 — thick inches was standing proud in his nestle of dark blonde hair. "Looks like I hit the jackpot, one hairy and one big" said Dustin as he turn showing us his proud 7" uncut, nearly hairless cock. He was not as thick as either of us,.