She quit struggling with her bra and just had time to push her panties down her thighs, before he grabbed her and bent her over a chair in front of hi...s desk. With her hands braced against the seat, she had to stand on her toes to keep the back of the chair from digging into the front of her hips. She felt a hard tug, heard a snap and watched her bra slide down her arms... She blushed as his hands roamed freely over her, wondering if he'd notice how hot and wet she was getting. The question. "Squirten scheint euch zu interessieren", sagte sie verschmitzt lächelnd. "Typen können das ja auch." Wir schauten sie irritiert an. Die Gastgeberin, die unter mir lag biss sich auf die Unterlippe und schaut mich fragend an. Ich wusste sofort: das hatte sie interessiert. Wer nun das Versuchskaninchen war, war logisch - zumal der Schwanz des anderen Typen gerade in recht tief ein geritten in einer Vagina steckte, deren Besitzerin nun mit ihrem Becken kreiste. Ich stellte mich also hin. Die Hand. It was nothing that would give the scene we were playing more than a "PG-13" rating in a feature film.So how come my penis was suddenly hard enough to cut Swedish steel?I ignored the blood flow leaving my brain and filling all the spongy sacs on my cock, and I dutifully -- almost primly -- applied the liniment to the area newly exposed to my view (and my touch)."Do you want to put some kind of towel over it, or maybe an elastic bandage?" I asked her, when it didn't seem appropriate for me to. You squeeze them, pulling me close to you.Moving back I look into your eyes. Watching your face, ceremoniously, I undo my shirt, button by button, until it is fully undone. I open it, so you can see my chest, covered in a fine mat of curly grey hair, matted against a tanned chest which has been created by a regular visit to the gym.Watching your eyes fixed on my chest I open the shirt wider and pull it over my head revealing my upper body, finely honed and tanned from my recent holiday in the.