Standing naked in the room, he was suddenly cold. Helooked down. His arms were caked with mud. The rest ofhis body was grimy and sweaty. The Countess ...regardedhim with no hint of shame. "There is much to be done,"she commented. She led him to an adjacent room. It was a bathroom. Alarge marble bath was built into the middle of thefloor. The bath was filled with hot soapy water. Theroom was warm and the air thick with perfumed steam.The water looked inviting."Please, enter the bath, and wash,". Feeling totally embarassed, I quickly shoved my cock back into my pants and apologized to her. I did hear her go to her sister and whisper something and both began giggling. All that night I kept replaying what had happened with my best friend's sister and each time I wasgetting excited. I remember pulling my cock out of my pajamas and stroking it. My hand on my cock felt so good. I rubbed the head of my cock and stroked the shaft but nothing.Fast forward a few months. I am in our basement and. Together we used to go around the city,roaming hand in hand. He was very sensuous, his one touch will make me shiverand ask for more but I could never figure it out how I can express the desireto kiss him.After a long day, today we met after two weeks and we decided togo to his new house. It was beautiful surrounded by lush green trees from hisbalcony we could see the palm trees spreading all across the balcony. He wouldalways keep his door open so that fresh air would come it. It will be cold. Then relaxed. “Hey Spencer,” Clarence called to our star reciever, “Go get Tommy while my boy Rubber Chicken takes care of business. Alright guys, go on three. One. Two. Three.”I didn’t move. Neither did Becky. I didn’t know what I wanted to do. Should I beat her? Could I beat her? Should I just give up and try to play it off like she suggested? I sat motionless until Becky spoke up. “You have to pull,” she whined.So I did. Just a little bit. And her arm didn’t move. “Pull harder,” she whined,.