Its dripping wet and you have saliva running all the way down your pretty little face, off of your luscious lips, and slowly dripping onto your tits, ...down your flat tan stomach and eventually into your bare naked pussy. I cant stop looking at your tits and pussy, and body, it is incredible. I gently push you up against the building making you stand up. I start by kissing you a little, teasingly. Quickly licking or poking your lips with my tongue, then poke my tongue into your mouth just. Little kisses rained down on my shoulders."They don't have any idea what you're going through, do they?" Mary whispered."Mary! I didn't know you were here. I'm sorry. I just usually have a little chat with Rhonda when I'm working in the kitchen. Sometimes she's here and sometimes not. Please don't think I'm having second thoughts about making love with you," I said as I turned in her arms and pulled her to me."You are having exactly the kinds of thoughts I'm having," she said. "When I dreamed. . . ” I chucked and nipped at her ear. “Ah,” she shivered. “No, Sir, I mean. . .” She rubbed her hands over my back, tracing the marks she left behind earlier. “I mean I could get addicted to you.” I raised my head to look into her eyes, offering a smile. She looked expectant, wondering what I would say to her confession of passion. My mind raced with a million answers, but all of them would spoil the mood. Fuck it, I thought as I leaned down to kiss her. Her lips parted for me and I caressed. Zumal ich die Musik über alles liebe, vor allem Bach's Orgelmusik.Ich hatte glück einen Job in meiner Werkstatt zu bekommen, denn hier hatte einer der Alt-Gesellen einen tödlichen Unfall wodurch ich überhaupt in frage kam.Nun lerne ich seit knapp einem Jahr wie man diese wunderschönen, gigantischen und unüberhörbaren Instrumente baut, wartet, stimmt und restauriert. Ich hatte wirklich Glück in eine Werkstatt zu kommen die einen so guten Namen hat, denn wir können uns vor Aufträgen kaum retten..