I again started to feast my eyes on his cock. But soon it disappeared below the dining table as we sat for lunch. We ate in silence. While eating we w...re eyeing each other and our eyes were smiling. We finished our food and wash our mouth. Then he came and hold me by the waist . I looked at his eyes and he kissed on them. We slowly walked to my bedroom. No words were required. We both were talking with our eyes now. I checked my baby, she was sleeping in her baby cot.I lied on my bed and spread. I decide to go for broke and I slip my hand down the front of his pants. He pulls away, but there's a smile on his face, I love it when a plan works out. He stands up and takes my hand and pulls me down the hall into one of the empty rooms. I feel kind of dumb for not realizing that we're in a building full of beds earlier, but I'm happy he did. He pulls off his shirt and I like what I see: a slim body with no more than an average amount of muscle, and slightly above average abs. I run my. .. you know.”“You mean their cock, Amber? Say it for me… cock.”“Cock.”“See, that wasn’t too hard now, was it? What do you do then?”“Well, then I start rubbing their chests and moving my leg around a bit more, until it is rubbing against their cock. I can feel it getting harder and bigger against their pants.”“Mmm.”“Is your cock getting harder, Paul?”“Mmhmm.”“Have you taken it out yet? Rubbing it yet?”“Yea, baby. Tell me what you do next to your boyfriends.”“Well, I get my thigh right up in. I went in and asked for a "halbe", which meant half. It referred to the size of a drink. I placed a couple coppers on the counter of the long bar and he took one of the two I had laid down. I nodded.I listened and slowly started to translate what was being said around me. I missed a lot, so it was a piece-meal translation at best. They used words I had no clue as to the meaning."Haben sie eine zimmer frie?" I asked the guy behind the bar.I was pleased when he nodded. I had just asked if he had.