I was watching her face to gauge her reaction to the watered wine.“Oh Lords, he’s back!” I heard called out. I looked towards where the voice ha... come from. There stood Carrie with the girl who had served us. I could see the resemblance between them and recognized that she was likely her daughter.“Who’s back, dear?” I heard called out from the kitchen. I knew that voice, it belonged to Peter. I decided to have some fun with him and got up to meet Carrie. I put my fingers to my lips and then. She was frustrated, jealous, maybe a bit disgusted—all which made me want even more to be left alone and to have the hostel room to myself for a night. They left me to float through an afternoon of such uncertainty, where I changed my mind a dozen times on whether I should pursue her or not, and whether my motives were moral or perverted. I imagined the moment of unveiling a rock hard cock springing out from her tiny, feminine figure, and my blood surged with desire. In the late afternoon I. He breathes deeply and swallow slowly, his back arching slightly from the overload of pleasure coursing through his body, her mouth slips from his cock and he opens his eyes as the cool air brush over his wet cock“Do we have a deal baby?”He only manages to croak out“Yes”Almost instantly her mouth engulfs his cock again, her hand gently milking his balls as she add her hand to her mouth, squeezing firmly as she lick and suck on his cock. He lets go of her hair and grip his sheets, clenching his. It reminded me when Mr. Baxter’s family had fucked me a couple of months ago. I knew what I was doing and teased him as I finished my cigarette. I then got up and sat next to him on the sofa, we were talking away, his wife had died 15 years earlier, as we chatted away he made me laugh and I was playfully slapping on his thigh, when suddenly he just looked at me and as I caught his stare he smiled, my hand was on his thigh.I moved closer and leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, his arm.