?Nee, nee, Geert, kom eerlijk..??Pieter kom zeg, ik ben hetero, en mij kan je dus niet krijgen.?.?Dat typeert zo de plakkerige nichten : altijd denken...dat ze de hetero’s kunnen versieren, en dat iedere hetero heimelijk toch een jannet is?pfffzielig Pieter..??Dat was mijn vraag niet jongen. En ik ben geen jannet en hou er ook niet van zo genoemd te worden. Jannet, dat is vernederend, dus laat dat.?Weer moest ik mijn blik afwenden. De manier waarop hij mij ?jongen? noemde en me daarna een. Once it came off she fell right back into him.He slipped his arms under hers. His hands sliding up her body until they cupped her breasts. He wasn’t pawing or squeezing at her, no, he was just holding her close to him. She leans back and turns her head away exposing her neck. Those soft, sweet kisses of his making a reappearance.Soon after the kisses, his thumbs start to rub her nipples. He’s gentle with her. Never doing anything more than brushing them with his thumbs. As he paints her body in. My tongue out by mistake. I got up got out the tub put on a towel and ran in my bedroom. He called out to me i know those calls the way he said my name. He wanted me to finish. I could feel the yearning of needing his dick. I laid in my bed he got out went into his room. Called me in his room. I went with my bathrobe on. He had on his towel he showed me a picture of me that he jerked off to every night. I said every night? he said hell yeah. I was touched that I was making him cum at. You gasp louder. You begin to squirm slightly and rhythmically… beginning to warm to the machine’s cycles. You look up. There you are — a wanton beauty reflected in the mirror. You are holding your glass. You are holding the controls. Your hair cascades over your shoulders and down your back. Your breasts are naked and the clamps are pulled down by the weights. As you sway to the machine’s urging the weights are swaying too, pulling marvelously on your nipples. Their swaying is remarkably.