Have you ever wished to speak anotherlanguage?" My father, when he was alive, insisted that I should learn anotherlanguage. I chose English because I ...ound it the easiest. But when hedied my mother stopped the lessons. She said it was an unnecessaryextravagance."Felix nodded thoughtfully. "When we have cleared away our mealtonight, I think we should continue your lessons. When Hitler makeshis peace with England there will be increasing work for English-German interpreters, and you could find. He shrugged off the vest and shirt, now wearing only his breeches and soft leather boots.Her eyes drank him in. He was as splendid as a hunter in his prime, his arms ropy with muscle. His brown hair was long and fell in deep waves to the line of his strong shoulders. His chest, by contrast, was all but hairless, clean pale skin drawing the eye downward to the dimple of his navel, which was surrounded by a thick patch of down, narrowing as it disappeared under the band of his trousers.He has no. Philippe stood and smiled at Joie with a hand on his hip and asked "You like what your see" and moved his hand down and lightly caressed his cock with a couple of fingers and smiled. Joie answered "You do look very cute." Philippe replied saying "Thank you. I do like your look also. Perhaps we can get together after this show. Or perhaps get together with one of the older men. They all seem to like my package." Then he lowered the lime green panties showing his thick cock. Joie was amazed at. "Want to come in?" She leaned against the side of the door, her eyes flashing mischievously. He just laughed and kissed her quickly. "You trying to kill me?" He winked and walked away as she stood there giggling. He got on his bike, and she was still standing there, some strange look on her face. He wasn't quite sure what it was. She waved as he drove away. Instead of going home, he drove to the nearest highway and ripped down the road, shoving all thoughts from his head. Just him, his bike,.