I like being wanted like this. I’m not saying that you are not attentative, but Abdul is something else. He just wants into my knickers the whole ti...e. We fucked in his kitchen when we got back. He got me over the table and lifted my skirt and that was it. Gave me a right good fucking I’ll tell you. Afterwards we had a drink and then it was up to bed and guess what? Yes, he fucked me again. We lay awake and talked for a while (I’ll tell you about that later) and then we fucked again before. He told me I showed no signs of prejudice, and in fact, it was the opposite. I made it plain that I was impressed with Germany and the reconstruction of the west.We met in the living room over coffee and a cake that Mom had baked earlier that day. It was time for me to lay out my plan."I think you all know I intend to make a lot of changes to the station. We are going to strip it down and build it back up again. When we are done, it's going to be the cleanest, best looking, best run gas station. His cock was rigid, hard as stone, and he could not remember much of the previous evening except that he knew from the taste in his mouth that he had been drinking beer and smoking something that wasn’t tobacco.The boy stumbled to his feet, squinted against the early morning sun of mid-November, and climbed up to the home’s main floor, badly in need of a piss. He got a drink of water, visited the powder room and urinated for five minutes, and then headed for Jona’s bedroom, his raging cock. Powerful legs underneath me are pushing me higher and higher until I jump so I might never land. The thrill of getting chased by the powerful lion, back and forth I would weave barely escaping with my life, would be staggering. How my heart would race as I jump in my zig zag patterns narrowly evading the lion’s strong jaws of death. Sometimes I wish I was a chimpanzee, swinging high in the trees deep in the foilage of the humid jungle. Air so heavy breath is barely obtainable. But there I.