Brian was a douchebag. Plain and simple, there was no way around it. He had a badge and a gun, and everyone called him Lieutenant so it made him feel ...mportant. He married my mom a couple of years after Dad died, though why she married him I don’t know, they’re leagues apart. She is a 5’10” latin lady, tanned skin, dark brown hair, bright hazel eyes, and a well maintained hourglass figure. He is a 6’2” pot-bellied, balding alcoholic, with no hair on his head to speak of, blotchy red skin, and a. "We're going to have a nice long, lush dinner--probably in the bathtub. You know, feeding each other grapes and that kind of shit. I wish I could persuade you to bring your yummy virgin on by later..."I sighed. "Later," I said. "Maybe later this week. I told you--" I know you did," giggled Sherry, splashing cologne over my neck. "I'm just teasing. I want you two to have a wonderful fuck alone--you deserve it, after all the great fucks you've given me." Not jealous, are you?" The musky scent of. Wieder biss er mich liebevoll, diesmal in die Ohrläppchen. Er wusste ganz genau, welche Knöpfe er drücken musste, um mich auf Fahrt zu bringen. Seine Zunge strich über den Rand meiner Ohrmuschel. Meine blonden Haare, die ihm strähnchenweise im Weg hingen, strich er vorsichtig zur Seite.Während Hannes sich mit meinen Ohren beschäftigte, schob ich seinen Pullover und das T-Shirt nach oben. Er streckte er seine Arme nach oben, damit ich seine Kleidung über seine kräftigen Schultern und den Kopf. I know I put it on, but it seems to be gone. I can’t check in front of this stranger, but I swear it’s gone. He’s pointing again and what? My warm cotton panties are gone too. The next time he points I’m going to be in real trouble. Wait — his finger is along his nose again. How? – how did he get all the way over here in front of me? I didn’t even see him move. And he’s pointing again. This time at his coat. It’s gone! Now his pants are gone! He looks cute in his briefs and boots and that cute.