Thousands upon thousands of photographs, lined side by side. They formed an enormous mural of images. There were portraits and snapshots, black and w...hite stills, daguerreotypes and miniatures. There were wedding pictures and pictures of casual affairs. There were women and men, children and babies, and couples and families. Every emotion was characterized. A mother, with an infant on her lap, beamed with pride. A couple stared at each other dreamily. A soldier stood stiffly with a stolid. "Art pressed the button again and the probes action changed from moving across my hole to a gentle pulsing against my sphincter."Oh," I inadvertently let out a little moan. Art smiled and reminded me again that anytime I wanted him to step in, just say the word. I tried to keep quiet but now pre cum was starting to ooze from my cock. Art took off his clothes and stroked his cock which was 6 inches and all smoothly shaved. I could see his balls hanging down several inches as they swayed back. We went over the suggestions I had, and I explained that if she wanted to proceed with the changes that I'd want to stop by the house to do some measurements and take some photos for the underwriters. She agreed and we decided it would be best to meet after work one day. A time was set, and I got up to walk her to the door. Her ass looked fantastic in those pants, and I'm pretty sure she knew I was watching as she walked ahead of me. She lingered at the door to allow a little more flirting. Glaubt es oder glaubt es nicht… wir sind zwar nie zusammen gezogen, jeder hat sein eigenes Reich behalten. Aber es gibt seitdem nicht viele Tage, nicht viele Nächte, die wir nicht miteinander verbringen! Die Gefühle, die wir beide füreinander hegen, gehen weit über eine Freundschaft hinaus. Und ich… lebe erneut auf! Niemals hätte ich das für möglich gehalten, dass es mich noch einmal so heftig erwischt! Nach drei perfekten Jahren endet aber dieses Wunder dann. Natascha hat einen gleichaltrigen.