" The young man continued to advance, following the sailors, who chose a firm footing. Thirty strides brought them to dry land; the young man stamped ...on the ground to shake off the wet, and looked around for some one to show him his road, for it was quite dark. Just as he turned, a hand rested on his shoulder, and a voice which made him shudder exclaimed, --"Good-evening, Maximilian; you are punctual, thank you!" Ah, is it you, count?" said the young man, in an almost joyful accent, pressing. Dan was panting now, the women watching his bulging veined cock working like a well-oiled piston. Tracy cupped his face in her hands, lightly kissing him, urging him on. “That’s it, my love, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, I want to be yours!” She said softly.Her erotic talk was too much for Dan to last any longer. He buried his head against her left shoulder. “Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, uhhh!” He grunted loudly. Cheers rose from the women, followed by more clapping.“Thank you, Dan. you have made my fantasy. I wasn't going to wear the brown one. Not to a lunch "date". It was getting a bit thin in patches. Well, it wasn't really a date. It was just myself and a couple of new friends, Chantelle and Claudio, chatting and having a meal. Hopefully they wouldn't notice the suit. God, I had so many questions.I was standing at the kitchen bench, throwing back my coffee as I usually do. I was staring out the double doors at the skyline beyond. On a whim, I put down my coffee, took off my jacket and rummaged. .. yes, now that you mention it Marilyn, your breasts look beautiful in that dress. Remarkably so. I love the way your breasts look in that dress.'"Did you notice that this dress buttons down the front?"'Yes, yes, I can see that.'Does that make you want to unbutton my new dress and look at my breasts? Does it make you want to touch them?"'My God, Marilyn, what are you doing?'"I'm not wearing a brassiere so if you were to unbutton my dress..."'Marilyn!" ... you would be able to see my naked.