“So, after you break him in, what’s next?” Hans asked.Klaus just shrugged. “I will not stay here forever.”“Of course, there is always some...new business somewhere that needs your skilled hand to get going. I think you’re addicted to beginnings, nothing more.”“I frankly think I’m too young to settle down if this is what you are asking of me.”“You’re doing this for what, 10-12 years?”“11, to be precise,” Klaus admitted.“Aren’t you growing tired?”“Aren’t you?” the host answered with another. Pity. ;) Here's one that is:Just to give you some idea of what I'm talking about. The other day I met up with a former foster-raised guy who is now in college. We talked about the "good ol' days" and all the things we did as a family together. My former wife was a huge fan of spoiling the c***d and not sparing the rod so to speak. I couldn't help but think about him and her as my cock twitched in my jeans. He said he was feeling it too as his girlfriend hadn't given him any in almost two weeks.. Truthfully, he was attracted to the girl, but this was not a time to initiate anything. The way she blushed when just looking at him, he guessed that she felt more than a little attraction to him. That made the date a poor idea.He waited until after dinner before catching Leah away from the others. "Leah, I need someone to talk to. Can you keep some serious secrets?" The look of adoration that she gave back almost made him change his mind, but having committed that far, he would have hurt her. This time, Geetha lay back against the sofa, her legs splayed wide and her eyes closed.She said, “Go ahead. Tell me about this project.” But her eyes remained closed and the look on Geetha’s face was one of pure lust.I began talking slowly about the projects and rubbing her pussy through the thin cloth just as slowly. If Geetha gave any indication of what I was doing, it was to try to open her legs wider.By the time I had gotten halfway through talking about the pictures, my fingers had worked.