The velvety smooth skin of his head was heavenly, I could smell his sweat, his odor, the odor of a man. With long deliberate strokes I engulfed his me...at with my mouth. Up, down, left, right. I rolled my tongue around his meat furiously and gently sc****d the head with my teeth.. he seemed to enjoy that because he sort of lost his balance a bit and jerked forward. His abdominal muscles were going crazy, his pecs were in a constant alternation between flexed and relaxed. Crystalline beads of. Unsere erste reine Fantasy-Geschichte. Aber um Euch die Wartezeit zu verkürzen - hier kommt erstmal meine gute Freundin Sandra. Sie hat übrigens alles schon gelesen und abgesegnet ...1. Auf Dienstreise Sandra ist eine Kollegin von mir. Wir sind beide etwa gleich alt (Anfang 50) und kennen uns schon ewig, jedenfalls haben wir beide das 25-jährige Dienstjubiläum längst hinter uns. Wir haben uns an meinem ersten Arbeitstag kennengelernt, sie war da gerade seit zwei Monaten im Unternehmen und. We made small talk until we reached the room I would have the massage in where she asked me to take my boxers off. I told her I would rather I kept them on, but she insisted I take them off so I would be free of clothing and could really enjoy the massage, so I took them off. I lay face down on the massage table. She turned the lights off, put on some soft music and covered me in towels. The scent of the oil she used was something between that of an orange and a tangerine and her warm hands. Finally Spike said, "What are you talking about? There's no such thingas magic."I motioned to my own body. "Then explain this. Explain what's happenedto all of us."Spike frowned. "Well, there's surgery... you know, they can make a guylook like a girl." Yeah," I agreed, "but that would take months to do, and we wouldn'tlook like this if we had been operated on. How tall were we? You and I,Spike, we were each about six-three. Don there was maybe six-four.Haven't you noticed we're a lot lower to.