He was holding his red stocking cap. But unlike the big guy, this man was thin. He had black slicked back hair and sported a goatee. It was hard to te...l what color his eyes were in this light, but they were dark; either brown or black.Suddenly it all came back to me. "Again?" I complained."If you don't want to do this, you don't have to," he said kindly. "A third time might be too much for you." No way!" I exclaimed. "This is the most incredible thing I do all year."He nodded, "You are going to. He arrived at Pamela’s house just as her geriatric husband, Bernard Ponsonby-Smythe, the principle of the global law firm was offering cocktails and beer. It was a very hot day and the drinks, whatever, did look very appealing. Everybody seemed to be a little tipsy. Bernard appeared to have had a few too many already, which was understandable, since he was in charge of making the drinks. He found out to his great surprise, that his best friend Kris wasn’t present, apparently because he’d got a. ” “That’s not too bad, I suppose.” Putting on a sad, down in the mouth look. “I hope you have a great time.” “Thank you, I am sure we will.” She took a large mouthful of her drink and seemed glad to be past that piece of her news. I refilled our glasses and proposed a toast to her anniversary (again) and to her safe return. We discussed various aspects of travel within Australia and the high cost of accommodation. I mentioned that I had heard Cable Beach was supposed to be beautiful and she. His little four inch hard cock jutted out from his slender smooth body, he had just a hint of pubes just above his little hard cock, but otherwise his body was completely hairless. This was his natural state. I never made him shave or anything; he was just a smooth bodied young man. “Play with it.” I whispered as I held him in front of the window. I watched as he began stroking his little hard cock. I held his shirt up and slide my other hand down to his firm little ass and slapped it a couple.