I offered to let him try it. He said that he probably couldn't get his dick up for a man's hairy ass. I said that I would start with something else fi...st.I dropped to my knees, unzipped his trousers and fished out his cock. He wore no underwear, and I thought maybe he thought something was going to happen, and he didn't want to waste time with extra clothing.Now, my landlord, Michael, is a big, heavy set, swarthy Italian man, with a nice beer gut, and is covered with hair on his chest and. The look on my face must have been all the answer she needed, and she continued.“Its my turn now. You’re the same age as my son. I want to see your cock up hard for me and watch you wank in that cubicle. I’m getting out now and you can follow me.”With that she stood and with my eyes locked on her swinging thighs and cheeky bottom she strolled toward her cubicle. I got out and followed her. My swim trunks straining over my erect cock must have looked ready to explode! Passing her cubicle and. " She held my hand in hers, and I felt a fingernail lightly stroking my palm. I had no idea how stimulating that one small gesture could be. It tickled, but in a very good way. I wasn't sure if it had been an accident, or if she had meant to do it, but when I glanced at her face I knew it had been intentional.I had never had a woman, or girl for that matter, look at me with so much interest. Today, I would say she was looking at me with bedroom eyes, but at fifteen all I knew was that something. ’ He looked at me for a moment. I felt his eyes on me and looked at him. ‘What?’ ‘You okay?’ he asked me after a moment. I shrugged and then nodded. ‘Yeah. I’m fine,’ I lied. I wasn’t fine. But I didn’t like to show any weaknesses. I prefer to suffer alone. He nodded. ‘You sure?’ I nodded, silently. ‘Have that nightmare again?’ he asked, suddenly. I just looked at him. ‘Still no idea who the girl is?’ I just shook my head. He nodded, again. ‘Okay.’ We pressed on and I was grateful. I didn’t.