I told her that this was too much for me to take and I needed to touch her, she just sighed and said okay, she been wanting me to, more than I could k...now. At this time my mind is being blown, this perfect young women, just of age, innocent of everything in my mind, wanted this old guy to touch her. I started by slowly reaching down and placing my hand under her shorts and feeling that perfect roundness of her ass, reaching down far enough to feel the wetness soaking that little slice of fabric. ‘Far from it.’ ‘Not to me,’ he whispered. ‘You are perfection.’ I shook my head and in our closeness my curls brushed both our cheeks. ‘Perfection is boring, don’t you think?’ Nate chuckled. ‘You could never bore me.’ His deep, rolling laughter felt like a warm caress. The naughty voice in the back of my head rejoiced in knowing Jenny Macintyre would never have this with him, no matter how much she wanted it. It was mine. Only mine. I was so wrapped up in the moment, it didn’t matter that we. A small grin crossed his lips as he nodded towards me and invited me into his 'office'. I locked the door behind us and proceeded to unbutton my jeans and pulled my trousers to the floor, my young cock rapidly becoming engorged, despite the almost Arctic temperature. My companion brought his hand out and gently fondled my cock, bringing me to full arousal. He then unbuttoned and unzipped his beige slacks and let them fall to the tiled floor. He then pulled down two pairs of Y-fronts (it was. In the meantime, you boys check that direction." It's a deep, gravelly voice, and you have to focus hard to make out the words it speaks. A moment later, you hear: "Door systems, too? Thank hell it's just them and the lights so far. Why ain't this door fastened all the way?" This is followed by some clanking sounds, grunting, and repetitive, mechanical noises. There's little time to react before you hear a hydraulic whoosh and the wall disappears before your eyes. Your eyes, however, are now.