Hum. He turned up the heat to drive the last of the night chill from the room. The large mirror that he'd mounted only last week caught his eye. The...image that was reflected back was comfortably familiar. As he turned and approached it, he watched his movements. The same, yet slightly different. A bit more spring to his step, of course, and the stoop that he'd been developing over the last decade or so was less evident. Now, only a foot away from the mirror he removed his glasses. Rather. Wish my nipples looked like yours, Erin...”“...who hid my towel?...”“...Clarissa and I get naked all the...” Soon I was lost in a steamy fog of arousal. Images of naked, cavorting young girls splashing in the shower filled my brain. I imagined hard nipples, swollen clits, pink, wet, shower-clean teens. My hand slipped into the waistband of my jeans and casually massaged my cock, which had undergone a torturous teasing again today. Sometime later I opened my eyes to find I had zoned out. The gym. Mera bhi to bistar pe baith ke kuch waisa hi haal hota tha na.Meri saansein tez aur ankhon sirf tumhare chu lene bhar ka intezar. Tum ek ek kadam meri or badhate aur main bistar par hi piche sarakti jati. Ek pal aisa aata tha jab tum bilkul mere nazdik hote the aur piche jaane ki jagah bhi nahi hoti thi.Main ankhein band kar leti thi aur tum mujhe chumne lagte the. Fir mere kandho ko sahara de kar mujhe bistar par lita diya karte the aur mere honthon ke saath khelne lagte the. Kabhi mere. It didn't finish there of course for over the next twenty months I moved that money around the world, electronically at first then via a briefcase, it's surprising how much money you can carry in a standard briefcase; until it all rested in a nice 'off shore bank'. At last I knew that I was untouchable, all evidence destroyed and then I had a second stroke of luck. It was the time of rise and fall of the 'Dot Comm.' and I let it be known to all that I had just sold out my holdings before the.