He was about my height, slim, wearing black framed glasses and wearing jeans and a T shirt, as the conversation trailed off he looked unsure in what t... do, so I asked him the usual questions, how long had he lived here, was he single etc. He told me he’d moved to our town to get away from a damaging relationship, the usual stuff.Then we stood facing each other in silence, I knew I’d have to make a move as he seemed too shy and to be honest I hadn’t had any action for a couple of months. I. 10 mins. Another sniff. It was only planned to be a short visit. An introduction. He was on his lunch break. Just oral this time. He said he wanted to give me a good deep facefuck. All he had time for. I wasn't going to complain.5 mins. I refrained from taking more poppers until he was here. I took off the tit clamps and thumbed my tender swollen nips.I heard the throbbing sound of a diesel engine. He'd said he was in a 4x4. I took a quick look out through the blinds, saw what must be him. 00 h kam sein Kumpel Andy, ebenfalls ein maßig gebauter Mottoradrocker, der ihn tagsüber besucht hatte , aus seinem Versteck im Schrank. Er wollte ihm bei seiner geplanten Flucht helfen, da Thommy immer noch einen Gehgips und eine Armmanschette trug.Die beiden tranken ihn aller Ruhe noch Bier zusammen, da sie warten wollten, bis auf der ohnehin spärlich besetzten Station auf dem Gang alles ruhig wurde.Sie wussten, dass sie auf dem Weg zum Aufzug noch an dem Zimmer der Nachtschwester vorbei. You have to promise not to call the cops.” “I won’t call the cops. I’ve got some beers up near the hot tub. Come on girls.” “I’ll have sex with you. Wanita just likes girl’s. I’ll be with you mister.” “The name is Fred Jones. Please stop calling me mister.” “Okay.” “Come on you two, will go up to the hot tub. It’s right over there. I’ll get you girl’s a beer and Bridget and I will have a little fun.” “Okay. Come on Wanita!” Wanita put her bikini back on and followed Bridget over to the.