’For all that I had embraced having a twenty-year-old body and unfettered sexual access to multiple beautiful women, in truth I was as old and set i... my ways as any other fifty-year-old. I fucked who I loved, and I loved the girls. But now I was being pulled into this extra-curricular activity by my two favorite women, who saw it as their job to make me get one or more pretty girls at the hostel pregnant.Well, it’s a tough job, but if you insist ... besides, I had a kind of touchy subject that. It was with great regret that I rolled her of me and started looking for my travel bag. While I was packing, she remained in bed playing with herself complaining that I didn’t make her cum enough. I realised that she had a case when she leant across and took a small vibrator out of her bag. She came with the toy deep in her throbbing cunt. The thought of a woman playing herself while I was busy packing to leave nearly made me unpack there and then. I resisted and in no part because I was. ”“And order very expensive wines,” I said, raising my wineglass to the light. “This is a very fine Grand Cru.”“You know wines?” he asked,“My mother is French.”He looked surprised. He asked me about myself and the more he heard, the more surprised he looked. Finally, during the dessert, he raised his port to me.“A German-American Marine father, a French professor mother, Montana, horses, skiing, Wisconsin, classical music, German. I’ve met a lot of people in my business, Johanna, but you’re the. “You better hurry, um, she has to get back to class in like 5 minutes, sorry!” Scott said, interrupting Steve’s exploration.“Oh, um, yeah, sure...” Steve said, pausing, uncertain exactly what to do next. Realizing that time was wasting, he undid his belt and pushed his jeans down over his hips, trying to not look at the other boy as his thick mushroom headed cock popped into view. Grabbing his rather short, but comparatively thick shaft in his hand, he pointed it downwards, towards the wetness.