Ik heb het moeilijk. Die vrolijke brief van Claudia aan Charlotte. Enbeiden zijn nu dood. Het is toch meer dan verschrikkelijk. Met tranen inmijn ogen... blijf ik zitten en staar naar de brief. Pas na een hele pooskom ik weer wat tot mijzelf. Daarna blijf ik rustig nog een poosjethuis. Pas tegen een uur of vier pak ik de autokaart uit de auto en kijk of ernog een groter plaatsje in de buurt is. Ik vind iets op een kilometer ofdertig afstand. Ik kijk na hoe ik moet rijden en stap dan weer in deauto. I lowered my cock between the valley of her tits. She laughed as she reached around pushing her tits around my wet shaft as I slid myself backward and forwards, loving the view of my hardness between that great pair of tits and hitting her chin or outstretched tongue on the forward strokes. My strokes got faster and more intense as my load massed inside me, Louise sensing my situation, squeezed her tits and opened her fingers so her erect nipples stuck through them, my cock deep between them.. Probably 7 inches...limp and uncut. After that I would sneak peaks at him whenever he came in. I had only ever seen one other uncut dick and it was tiny. This guys dick was hard not to look at. It was clean, straight, and swung back and forth when he walked. Eventually, we started working the same job and would get into shower at the same time everyday. We would talk about work mostly, but I would always look down at his dick at least once. He would catch me looking every once and a great. They set her up so that her only job is to look good, which she does quite well. She frowned when I got up off the bed. “Damn it Adrian, I told you to quit that shitty job and come live with me. Why do you feel that you need to be a breadwinner? My parents love you and so do I.” I looked back at her while I slipped into my sandals. “Look, we already talked about this. I don’t want to depend on your parents. Besides, we have only been dating three months. What do I look like trying to be part of.