But one them that was tall I found to be really attractive with blue eyes and dark hair. They smiled at me as I walked past them with me wondering wha... they were thinking. As I opened the office door my eyes glanced quickly seeing if they were still watching me, which they were. I returned to my desk but my mind and eyes were on my co-worker looking at her with envy and wanting what she had. All I could think about was what the young man had told his friends about the two of them and how rough. "Good girl."At this point, I leaned back on my haunches, and he sat back on thetable. I watched him breath deeply. I looked with pride at hisobviously relieved cock."There's a shower in the restroom," he said, "go clean up." "And," headded, "you should shave. Everything." I looked at him, and saw hiseyes on my unshaved legs, his look showing a bit of disgust at my unkemptlook. I got up, and went into the restroom, found soap and a disposablerazor, and got in the shower.Towelling off, I. My parents used it in the home and so I grew up bilingual in English and Low Dietsch. It was 1960 and I left High School at age sixteen, a young man who had done well at sport but little else. The best opportunity open to me in the City was as a filing clerk at a small Dutch bank located in the financial district of London, a stone's throw from the Bank of England.The bank was sandwiched between a large financial institution on one side and a post office on the other. It had four floors and no. Jack slowly pulled out of Steph and paused a beat before driving back in. Steph closed her eyes and exhaled with the deep thrust, and they fell into a steady rhythm, moans echoing one another, bodies in fluid motion.I could hear Amy: "Oh Phil... Fuck Steph. That's it... Right there. Fuck Steph with that big dick. Oh god... That's so fucking good."Her breasts swayed and her buttocks rippled from the impact of his hips as he thrust, deep and hard, filling her so hungrily and so completely. I.