Luckily, my wide trousers gave plenty of room for my expanding dick, which soon were at full mast.Henri stood on the other side of the table, collecti...g and replacing items to show me. All three were explaining the findings and they seemed all very skilled in their subject.After more than two hours of "lectures", any thoughts of climbing the mountain was totally gone.So when they invited me to stay for lunch, I accepted without thinking twice.I had packed my own lunch, but they insisted I join. It was not a one piece item.When I was a kid, I always thought it was funny that Superman's invulnerable, bulletproof suit had no obvious way to take it off or put it on. It seemed to be a single piece with openings for the head and hands. It had to be super stretchy, I assumed.My suit pieces were surprisingly stretchy themselves, though not to any super degree. The bottom half had built in feet, more like built in shoes to be accurate. The upper torso piece included a hood that covered my. Her name was Simran. She was a 46-year-old brown-skinned, chubby woman. She was not sexually attractive. I did not care about her as I was occasionally getting sex from a neighborhood aunty.Simran started working at our home, and she would spend more time near me. I figured out that she was into me. She would hold my hands accidentally or come close and touch my crotch accidentally. One day, my mom caught her excessively touching me. My mom looked angrily at Simran, and Simran. Love does not equal sex with me, but I can’t wait. We’ve both done this before, but now it feels different. She’s so lovely, and I almost feel like we need to do this, now. She’s been ‘going at it’ so to speak, with my most sensitive parts, and I tighten my grip on her hair so I can push deeper into her mouth. She’s still using her tongue, and definitely has me wrapped around her finger, wound more tightly after every thrust. After a bit, I’m so close that we have to stop or I’m gonna cum.