I have a girlfriend and there’s no reason for me to do anything stupid to jeopardize that.”Seemed that wasn’t deterring her. She kept rubbing my...neck with one hand, pressing her tits into my arm while her other hand started sliding along my cock.“It’s ok, she’s not here. You can trust me; I won’t tell her.”“That’s not the point, I’d know. This is looking like a bad idea and I’m going to go. No matter what you come up with this is not happening.”“Bullshit. You know you want this. It’ll. As would I!”At long last the two weeks were up and Gwen could not contain her excitement at the thoughts of seeing Andre again. She had hoped he would come by for a “personal” visit, but when the phone rang, was happy to hear his voice on the other end.“I’ve ... done what you asked,” she said with a bit of mirth in her voice, “although it hasn’t always been easy.”“No, I suspect not,” he replied, “but I think you were kept entertained were you not?” ““Definitely entertained,” she said. Going to wash them a few dozen times," Monica said.Mark eased past Monica shyly stepping into the spacious hall bath. Hegratefully peeled himself out of his jeans, shorts and shirt afterremoving his socks and tennis shoes. He reeked he realized and much ofit from his clothes.He'd wet himself at least twice under that rail car. Remember howdisgusted it felt he bent and bundled all of it together. He opened thedoor slightly hiding himself almost fully as Monica reached in just asreluctantly to. The bathhouse was empty apart from me and I fully immersed myself to the calming sound of water. The image of the young lady came to my mind and started to wander in the sexual direction. I imagined her perky breasts, how would her nipples look like, how would they taste like. The round little ass under those jeans with soft springy meat. Needless to say I was getting turned on. I had to calm down myself before getting out the bath but the image of her stayed.I finally got myself to calm down.