His eyes, fixed firmly on her large tits, were a chocolate brown that made most women sink into, or at least that’s what they like to tell him. He w...s bald-headed but if he’d let his hair grow it would be a strawberry blonde, hence the reason he shaved it. He was covered in tattoos, a misguided attempt to make him appear cooler than he actually was. He liked to joke that if he’d know that it would turn most of the ladies away, he never would have done it. Just like in every fantasy he had that. We continued to pleasure each other and discuss a plan that would actually lead to reality, it was such a turn on for us both that we reached cliamax more rapidly than usual. The following morning we awoke to an empty house and I wanted to make this fantasy real. I phoned his mobile and asked “So are you going to come join us or not?” He said “Are you really serious?”. “Yes!” I responded “If you come now”. With that he was on his way. I told Zara who was a little nervous but excited at the. The fare would be the use of her mouth. I would ride home with Blondie.When we arrived at the party, I observed a low wall separating the rear of the hotel from the sea. Heavy chairs and love seats were scattered seemingly at random about the room and every woman wore a necklace, bracelets, earrings, a sexy black dress and heels. I eventually lost track of Blondie and Alice and was standing looking out at the sea when a woman I didn't know approached me and, lowering the bodice of my dress,. Perhaps I’m not taking it seriously enough. Maybe I should be worried at the idea of someone following me on a daily basis. It is after all slightly sinister and an invasion of my privacy; that is if an hour long tube journey can be considered as private time. Maybe I should be reporting him to the police but that feels like using a mallet to crack a nut and I have a much better nut cracking idea. Anyway, he is rather cute in a nervous boy struggling to become a man sort of way and, to tell the.