I was sitting at the bar of the Holiday Inn in Eindhoven, Holland. It was about 9:30 on a Thursday evening in November and I'd just come out of the re...taurant, and was sipping my beer and watching the world go by. A guy came and sat on the next bar stool, I glanced his way. He looked the average travelling businessman. More handsome than many I had to admit. I would guess he was a couple of years younger than me and probably an inch taller, which would make him around 32 or 33 and 6'1". The. I reached up to hold her breasts, and I started pumping in and out.“Yeah, just like that,” she moaned. “Squeeze my tits as you fuck me!”I moved in and out, and just as I was getting into a good rhythm, we saw two people walking up the street. We froze, and kept very quiet. The couple – they were swaying slightly – made it to the corner of the lane, when one stopped, and lent against the power pole.“I gotta stop and have a piss!” we heard a woman’s voice call out. “That beer’s gone right through. Dillon Freeman thought that he was very considerate of Sarah's welfare, when he mentioned to her that he would only have sex with her on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. That would make her fresh for Phil when they were together.Sarah was twenty-four when she married Phil Graham, who knew nothing of her past. They moved into a small duplex in Roanoke, Virginia. Their landlord was Dan McMann, a man of fifty, who owned a local furniture store.Phil became friendly with a local banker by the name of. We would watch the golden stream emerge from the slit in my tiny, hairless penis and sail to the ground thirty feet below. I would shake it, helping the final drops begin their plunge to the ground, always aware that Daniel was watching me with interest. Sometime during our play in the treehouse, I would invariably get hard and parade around with my little two inch woody sticking straight up, almost touching my abdomen. Sometimes Daniel would laugh and throw my clothes down to the ground,.