.. Ihm fiel das Wort nicht ein. Doch, psychosomatisch.Ungebr?unte Haut konnte doch nicht schmerzen? "Doch", sage er leise zusich selber. "Ich habe sol...he Angst davor, dass das jemand sieht. Deshalbf?hlt es sich so an, als ob es schmerzt."Er trocknete sich ab. Seine Brust konnte er nur abtupfen. Dann zog er einT-Shirt an. Selbst so konnte er sich nicht sehen lassen. Der Abdruck desH?schens war unverkennbar feminin, mit den V-f?rmig nach oben gehendenSeiten. Er zog einen Slip an. Er war zu klein. "would you put the kettle on dear, just have to have my tea before we get to work"the kettle boiled , the tea brewing as I waited, and heard her coming down the hall. This time as she entered the kitchen, her mammoth boobs arriving a few seconds before her, juddering side to side in a tight polo top, my eyes fixed on their movement, she sat down and poured the tea.."I''d like you to clean out my old shed, there's boxes of old clothes and furniture I no longer have use for. it shouldn't take too. She lowered her hands, and off went my trousers, and the boxers followed. I took off my t-shirt, and there I was, naked in front of a girl. She took my tool, which had become hard and long, in her mouth, and when her tongue touched my tool, I felt as if out of this world. Her mouth went up and down my tool, sometimes right into her throat, sometimes half into her mouth, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, and after some 20-25 minutes, I filled her mouth with my semen.I then took-off her t-shirt,. The whispered chuckles of those watching you, you wondering which I am.You blush a little, conscious you are wet, embarrassed that this whole charade isarousing.As you sit down at your drink again, you notice a slip of paper and a twenty poundnote, the paper with a hotel name and a room number on it, both placed on top of anenvelope marked "open on arrival". You finish your drink hurriedly and gather yourthings, carrying your coat as instructed - not certain why you are following.