Sam, waiting for the kettle to boil, passed him a scrap book. Sven opened and looked down at pictures and cuttings from the Group's days together befo...re he had met Pam and moved away."Thirty three years ago " he added in wonderment. "So long ago..." Indeed," was Sam's only comment.Sven turned the pages slowly taking in the unfolding story. Sam put the steaming mug down in front of him and pulled another chair close so she could look at things with him. She cuddled into his side, as they laughed. ", I said indifferently. "Look at the traffic man!..."."I'll... What the Fuck!... I'll get you for this. You, dirty bag of shit!", he shouted as he noticed the other people around him. And then looking at the cars racing by."I bet that sobered you up a bit?", I smiled at him. "Let's cross the street when the light is green... That's much safer. It may even save your ass...". The people around us started to laugh loudly. That through the biker off guard."Faggot!", he shouted at me as I started. Yes, sensual, a kiss to be savoured, slowly and at length. Not the lip mashing mouth to mouth resuscitation type kiss much loved by story writers, but the sort of kiss that seems to stimulate every single nerve ending. Separately.The kiss ends. Not dramatically, not abruptly, it just peters out, it runs its full course, and having run, it ends. But not before I have worked out how I think I can ensure that this is not a single, one off, stand alone event, but the prelude to much, much more.We. “Max why are your balls shaved?” she asks. Sara’s hand quickly joins Stephi’s on my nuts and they explore their smoothness.“It feels sexier to shave them.” I utter in between the deep breathes in sync with my masturbation.I start working my hips against my hand, fucking into my fist, and both women move down for a close up look and touch. Sara slides her fingers and nails across my bald sac and Stephi wraps her hand around the top of my rigid cock holding her hand against mine as I hump my.