"You feel like you're losing a little muscle tone in your chest.I like my men with hard pecs."She was right. My body felt softer, I knew that, especia...ly my chest.During sex with her I had to concentrate more to stay hard almost untilthe end when she offered to call the orderly. Imagining him standing overher stuffing his cock into her ass, his muscles rippling, had taken meover the edge. Were the drugs making me gay? Was that even possible?She stayed with me a while longer, then got dressed.. "He rode her hard and fast, until they both cum. At seven AM, Vicky woke up. She played with Shane's limp cock. As he woke up and ye old cock got hard, playfully she said, "Fuck Mister?" Oh, Yes!"Vicky's time in the various offices ended in a year and a half. In each office, there had been a lot of whispers about the demure female that had joined the staff. Shane had not provided her background to the local managers. Some treated her as a secretarial staff person, while others thought that they. But from my point of view she was just a nice neighbor-girl. That was soon going to change. It was when I was 22 and the girls, Jenny 18, Emre (half Turkish half German)18and her older sister Jessica 20. The sisters’ best friend was a girl of my former school so we all knew each other more or less. It was a hot summer day in late May, I just finished my university degrees and was happy to enjoy a, for Germany pretty hot, summer holiday. Since my dad didn't get off from work we couldn't spend. They kissed long and deep, their mouths wide open, their tongues working, joined at the mouth as surely as they were at the groin.Then he raised his hips slowly and carefully, drawing his long, thick but rapidly softening cock messily from her body. As its purple tip finally slipped from her vagina, I saw my wife momentarily resist, her hands flying to his hips one last time as if in a final attempt to keep him within her. Then she fell back onto the sheet, her body limp and exhausted as her.