..............He was I think 42 or 43, and divorced, not his fault, not in his telling of it anyway, but of course it never is. Malcolm was a tall, b...ack man, very athletic for his age, or for any age really. He was about 6' 2", really toned, he looked fantastic in a suit, chiselled features, as in very defined cheekbones, dark soulful eyes, yummmy.. er and his hair was really REALLY short, like a number one all over, he may even have shaved his head not sure, I didn't see him every day. He. “Together!” shouted Elsa, and everyone pulled together in a huddle, our bodies shivering and we inched toward the lower door, laughing hysterically to a back door that led to the showers. “Youch!” I exclaimed once we got in. “That was horrible!” “Your skin is burning, yes?” Rudolf asked, rubbing my arms hard. “Yes,” I agreed as he passed me a towel off a long heated pole that ran the length of the room. I could smell the cedar from the wood, and lemons from the soap I was guessing. I heard. It had been a while since anyone called me that. It was Tom’s nickname for me ever since we were kids. Travis spelt backwards. I always thought it to be cute and big brother-ish, but I never let that on, lest it lose its intended appeal, which was first and foremost, to annoy me. I retreated back to my bed and got under my quilt. It was a cold morning and having no clothes on didn’t help. My windows were blurred wet and the weather outside was dreary. A perfect sleep-in day. Unfortunately, he. Some thought it was really fun for a few hours, but they got tired of the constant stimulation and energy I was able to give to them. Most thought I was just a sicko. Not Victoria-Vic. She was totally into it. We may have fucked each other raw, but she wasn’t stopping.I responded with a slow grind and kissed her deeply. She pulled my arm like she wanted me to roll off of her, when I did she backed into my crotch. She was drenched and oozing out the bucket of cum I had recently shot into her..