But enough about me and back to my story… This female ex-collegue of mine whereof I want to share a little tale to you all is a woman of my age with... long, dark-blonde curly hair, big tits, great ass, long sexy legs…every man`s desire. But most of all, she always used to dress in sexy office outfits: generous cleavage, short skirts, high heels, stockings and everything…”my first sex teacher” or, more precisely, “my slutty secretary” kind of look (in fact, she really used to work as a secretary).. One hand was on the doorknob while the other was holding his hat. He looked rugged, all male, his image was stamped in my brain, taking it places I hadn’t let it go for a long time now. ‘If that’s what you’re making tomorrow, then I’ve changed my mind. Save two pieces for me. The two biggest pieces of the pie.’ ‘Anything you want, cowboy.’ I winked and grinned to let him know the dual meaning was intended. ‘Darlin’, I knew what I wanted last night already. You don’t think I came back just for. Often fantasizing about the girls in his class at school. Even when he was playing his favorite sport, soccer, he found himself thinking about some girl's boobs, or tight little butt. He was embarrassed to admit it, but he often fantasized about his older sister Mary Helen who had the best body he had ever seen on any girl.Since their home was so little, they were often at close quarters and although he did his best to hide it, at every opportunity he would try to look up her skirt or take a. His pubes looked like a jungle of salt and pepper hair trying to hide low hanging, loose pair of balls. Feeling hot for Hans, Ram took his balls and cock in both hands and started to play with them, while Hans Pal kept busy kissing the young man’s sweet full lips and neck.Breaking the kiss, Hans suggested to move to the bedroom. There was an unusual style to HPS’s bedroom manners. The way he sat on the edge of the bed to remove his socks and other clothes was unique, for Ram Laal to do the same.