It got even more disturbing when, my imagination, had me kneeling behind him in a hotel room, licking his ass, and loving it. When I was home, if I wa... alone I often had to unzip my jeans, take out my cock and masturbate. I fantasised about him wanking in front of me, cumming in my mouth. But the worst part was when I found myself wanting that shiny, black body all over me. As the years went by, my fantasies changed and I now wanted to be fucked by him. I wanted to feel his excess upholstery. “did you finish?” he asked.I didn’t move and then his hand did and within a half a minute I was hard. I loved the feeling of a hand that was not mine there and I tried to image the hairy man doing it. “Is it okay if I do this?” he whispered.“Yes,” I whispered, and he did continue. He jerked me slowly at first and then he ran his hands around my balls and up across my pubic area. “You don’t have much hair,” he whispered as he went back to jerking my cock. I didn’t then and don’t now have a big. It doesn't really get busy until it's about time for me to leave... it's perfect!" When you say that 'interesting stuff goes on there, ' what are you talking about exactly?" I asked, my curiosity aroused. "I've heard rumors of some wild happenings there... is that what you mean?" I can't talk about anything specific," Heather said vaguely."Some kind of funky hostess/client privilege?" I joked."Something like that," Heather answered."Really?" I laughed. "I was joking." Seriously," she answered,. F’s sister she also knew of my relationship with her sister, she supports it as she respects me and we were family friends and travel is 12hrs,now coming back to the story, our train started still now i was having high respect for because as a single women she managing her family and his useless husband debt as well ,When we were settling our luggage she was pending to stuff her luggage under her birth while doing so her navel is visible and some hairy linings downwards i can’t take my eyes off.