I nearly trippedon them but caught my balance at the last moment. I reached down andpulled them back on but by now even my belt would serve little use...inkeeping them on me in any shape or fashion. So I put them away in mypack and carried on.My crotch felt the most peculiar of all now as I continued onwardtowards the sound of the birds. I emerged out of the tunnel and into asmall little chamber with a floor of pink sand.Sunlight dappled in through the cracks of a little wooden door here. Offto. His new boss was a woman. She was currently bent over her desk and Kevin got a full view of her magnificent cleavage. Her round, supple breasts were tucked neatly away and seemed remarkably perky for a woman her age (Kevin guessed early forties). Her long, red hair fell across her chest as she raised up and Kevin could see her entire body, the sensuous curves rising and falling about her in such a powerful and sophisticated manner. She carried herself like a goddamn goddess and had all. "Stop! Stop! Stop!" he said, "I'm starting to get the vinegar strokes." Oh, sorry," I said, "I'm not used to wankin' off other blokes, only myself." That's okay, I'll soon teach you," he said, "just come home with me and I'll give you a night you'll never forget."He did too.We wiped our hands with his handkerchief to get the cum off, then headed for the tube station to go to his gaff. It turns out he's got a really nice place in Brixton. It's a two bedroomed flat over a bank, and overlooks a. You say yes that would be fine and begin the dialog I have replayed in my mind to you as I admire the beauty of your body beneath my hands. As my hands begin to squeeze and knead your tense shoulders and neck, I begin my story for you. As my hands gently caresses the flesh of the sides of your neck, I tell you to close your eyes and imagine us on a white sand beach in a tropical paradise away from people, technology, no phones, no computers. Just the sounds of the waves washing up around us as.