’ I said wondering what this man looked like I still havent turned around to see. ‘ Now why would I stand up someone that looks good enough to eat...’ he didnt say anything for a few minutes after that I was about to turn around, but he grabbed my stool so it wouldnt move. ‘Don’t ruine my supprise Anna we are going to have a good time tonight, are you game?’ Nathan said awaiting my reply. ‘I’m game.’ I said , I didnt even recognise my own voice it sounded so different. Nathan grabbed my hand and. Making sure our two meal trays neatly abutted on their drop-down shelves, Alicea deftly slid her napkin over my legs. Just as I was about to place a forkful of spaghetti Bolognese in my mouth, I felt an inquisitive hand gently stroking my crotch. Without even glancing sideways - and as if enquiring about the food I was consuming - she whispered, "You like?"I choked on my spaghetti so violently that our steward had to bring me a glass of water. "Anything for Madam?" he enquired courteously."I. "So did you want to ravish this running blond girl? Tell me how you would do it if you could." "Well, yes, I would slowly feel her body for a long time and then take off the running skirt and enter her from behind. But a running skirt is not as good as a normal skirt." Her skirt slid up another few inches but not enough for me to spot her panties. My penis ached. "Why is that? Wouldn't spending yourself into that cute blond girl be a perfect release for your condition?" "Yes, it would, but she. ]As I sat slumped back against the couch in Oscar's living room, and felt the moist warmth of his mouth as he sucked my throbbing cock, it was steadily raining a cold, winter rain, such as is common in that more hilly region of Georgia.Each time his mouth slid up and down along the length of my cock, it throbbed in response; and I couldn't help but moan softly with the growing pleasure he was creating."Oh---fuck, YESSS," I found myself saying, with each of his mouth-strokes; and as he was doing.