Nic sat at the far end of the table, in a seat that had been brought out of storage. He doubted it'd ever graced the surface of a living creature. Mor... likely, it'd been brewed in a lab somewhere, designed to be a perfect copy of animal hide... better than a replica, with fewer imperfections and the best traits.Synthetic.Sweat coated his back, though he knew the shirt would take care of it. As long as they don't see the stuff on my forehead, he thought. Fuck.He knew why they were all here,. The interviewer interrupted him by explaining to the viewing audience, “The Messerschmitt was a type of German fighter, please continue.”“Well I looked out of mine left cockpit and saw 10 Fokkers, zen I looked out of mine right cockpit and saw another 10 Fokkers and zen I looked in mine mirror and I saw another 10 Fokkers behind me.”Again the interviewer interrupted, fearing an outcry about ‘THAT’ word, “Viewers, just to clarify, the Fokker was another type of German fighter plane.”“Nein,. It hardened in her hand, but he remembered their last time. He didn’t trust it so soon after.“Early days, yet,” he said. He kissed down to her melon and stroked his hand down to her mound. She spread her legs a little. He played with her snatch and then slid his finger into her groove. She had plenty of juice, and he stroked it up over her nub. She sighed as she relaxed in acceptance of his care. That was the loveliest sound in the world.He switched melons, kissing from one tip down the valley. When he finally went down and began to tenderly wash my balls and aching cock I thought I was going to explode.Luckily he stopped rather quickly (maybe he knew) and instead gave my ass a good lathering.“There, nice and clean,” he whispered in my ear and with a slight giggle added, “I might want to make sure though.”He pushed me a little forward and told me to lean against the shower wall. After crouching down, he proceeded to rub my ass with his strong hands. It felt unbelievable as he massaged.