He pinched one of her nipples in reply, and she gasped, arching up against his hands. She no longer heard the music – only his voice. He held her ca...tive – his touch like hot ice as he traced the curves of her body. His words encompassed all her thoughts in a thrilling imagery that surpassed all boundaries of sensuality. Her body reacted spontaneously, heart racing in sexual anticipation, every muscle alive, blood pulsing to the forefront, and she wanted him. Experience his fantasy, embrace the. I... maybe we should forget this idea," she stammered."Ah... let's talk about it when I get there, I really want to see you," Bruno sniffed, it was the middle of summer and he was catching a cold. "I'm, err... over in Jersey. But that's only ten minutes away." All right," Ginger said relenting, "I'll see ya in a couple then."They hung up and Bruno raced down the stairs of his apartment and set out in his Mustang toward the Village.Ginger smiled to herself, she couldn't deny that she was. I waited until late morning to head to the toilet block nearest my flat. This was one of the larger ones in the city, with a really long urinal and about 3 or 4 cubicles. There was an attendant’s office, but it was empty most of the time, except around 2pm when they cleaned the place or later in the evening when it was locked up.It was bright and warm outside, but inside the toilets was cool and dark. There were a few guys at the urinal, and I had clearly disturbed two guys who looked like they. . It was great.”“So great that you don’t need me to ‘tuck you in’?” She gave a fake pouty face.“Well ... that was over an hour ago, and I always sleep better after you give me my (I lowered my voice) bedtime BJ” We smiled at each other.I walked forward and stood in front of her. Mom undid my towel from my waist and let it drop to the floor. I wasn’t hard yet, so she started kissing all over my pelvic region. Very soft kisses that almost hurt because they tickled. Her hands glided all over my.