I'll know that you are mine forever when I can look in your eyes as we are both being fucked. If it happens sweetie, it happens same room, same time."...Fine. Then we both lose because I'm not turning homosexual just to satisfy a fantasy." You would be bi Harry, not homosexual." Whatever."Another six months went by and the subject was not mentioned by either of us. I had put it out of my mind because it was obviously never going to happen and I didn't know why Jen had dropped it. One night Jen. My moans were so loud you'd almost think we were making love.He stood up and pulled the curtain closed then. He turned the overhead light on and I asked why the light and he came back with, "I don't want to miss any of your beautiful body baby". OMG... He then began unbuttoning his shirt and pull off his t-shirt. I wish I had a camera. His chest was hairy but not too much and his abs and stomach amazing. He was 50 and looked like a 20-year-old. I was in the cab with a Tarzan. He looked down at. "Now, Lady Beatrice Pokingham," said Miss Birch, "kneeldown, confess your fault, and kiss the rod," taking the bunchfrom Susan's hands, and extending it to me as a queen might hersceptre to a supplicant subject. Anxious to get over the inevitable, and make my punishment aslight as possible, I knelt down, and with real tears of penitencebegged her to be as lenient as her sense of justice would admit,as I knew I well deserved what she was going to inflict, andwould take care not to insult Miss. I had thought he has a plan, and I gave up to his plan. The shorter girl took my head in her lap and massaged my upper body, while the other was working on my thighs. I wanted her to come inside with her fingers, but shy and helpless I did not ask. To my surprise, he came next to me and did that. I moaned with pleasure and gave a loud cry. It was the best I could get wasted, spoil and pamperred so much, I never imagined lying there on the couch massaged all over, everywhere and specially him.I.