She had to make several speeches as she was the only girl on the trip.”“How many of you were there?” Mutti Frida asked.“There were two chapero...nes – a man and a woman – and five of us prize winners. I was the youngest – all the others were about eighteen, in their final year of school. We were hosted everywhere by the FDJ – and I got to meet a young Polish delegation in Leipzig, too.”Mutti Frida stood up. “Well, I must get lunch together – Lili’s going to join us. So why don’t you two go and sit. "Do me a favour and take your panties off, put the gear sticks between your legs so I can give you a good feel as we drive and I'll tell you what I have in mind", he said. Without any ado she lifted her bum up, pulled down her panties and left her dress up so he could admire one of the hairiest triangles that he had observed on a woman. "I love women with a hairy cunt", he said as he changed gear and fingered her and he changed gears a lot of times before pulling into his drive.Sure she was. Even laying here naked, I could see he took a great deal of time over his appearance. He wasn't rough and rugged like the other young studs, but almost pretty looking.I couldn't help but stare at his perfect body. He was clean shaven all over. Not a hair to be seen. I liked that. He was not too buff, not too slim, just beautifully proportioned, from his beautiful face, all the way down his sculpted chest and stomach, to his rather large, pretty cock. Maybe he was a male model? He. It was as if I could hear his thoughts, and all I heard was Ah, fuck it, why not. He lent forward and caught me off guard with his sudden kiss, his hot lips bruising mine, his tongue brushing against my lower lip, seeking access to my mouth. I granted it eagerly, wrapping my hands around his neck. He was one good kisser. I collected myself and tried to remember what I was doing in the first place. I had to push on. His hand was massaging my breast when I broke the kiss to pull his t-shirt over.