She had a nice little patch of hair that was glistening from her pussy juice. Once her pants were off, I told her to remove her top too. She did so wi...hout hesitation. She had very puffy areolas. Unlike me, she had pencil eraser size nipples. I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on them. “Lay Down right here”, I said. She lay down and I parted her legs. I could smell her wetness. It was intoxicating. I reached up and grabbed her breasts with my hand. “OH MARY!!” she moaned. I lightly pinched her. Fuck no, he wasn’t gay. This was just an adventure, something different, a just-for-now thing. But he knew he couldn’t say any of that. If he wanted to get his cock sucked some more he had to say the right thing, for right now.He looked down at his shoes so Bryan couldn’t see his eyes and said, “No, I don’t think I’m gay, but I really like you, and I enjoyed our time together. I’m sorry you didn’t like it. I thought you did. Can’t we work it out?”Bryan was snookered. He said, “Okay, I guess so.. He withdrew a fraction of an inch, then once again pressed deeper. We continued this dance until he was fully sheathed inside me. I let out a moan as I felt the full press of him against my body. My legs began to give out and Alistair wrapped his arms around me as we descended to the floor on our knees. I reached out my hands to help hold myself, but then he started to move within me, and I collapsed to my forearms. I felt him applying more conditioner as he began thrusting himself in and out. By the time Mikaela and Ingrid got back on the train north, my credit card was somewhat warm with use and we both had several bags of stuff.When we got back I had to sort out the hotel, well I told them I was staying in Frankfurt for a couple of days. I was reintroduced to Helga who I'm sure actually knew the truth but was happy to go along with the charade, I would actually be sleeping with Ingrid but not in the biblical sense.Of course we had to have a fashion parade, we took snaps of each.