Claire and I worked on the ‘five-dance’ routine as the ‘Bad Romance’ number had been nicknamed. Transitioning is always the most difficult par...t of a routine ... when you are switching between the different rhythms, it makes it even more difficult, but we managed to make it work, sometimes creating a whole new move, part waltz and part tango, so it wouldn’t look too, herky-jerky. Hmmm, a Wango!Mom would come up every now and again to see our progress and check up on us. When she did catch us. There are 6 apartments in this house.It has his own janitor who keeps all perfect and lives in one of this flats,...a very nice clean and good looking neighbourhood. I´m proud to live in such part of the city.I never forget the day i saw the janitor´s son the first time, it was not my life changing day with him but forever in my memories.I was packing my stuff from my car to my flat, moved all by my own (kind happy of that) and walked the stairs up to get finish and bring the last box in my. .. You don’t have to do this” he said trying to make sure this is what I wanted “I’m doing what I always wanted to do. Stroke, suck, and fuck your cock. Do u want that?” nodding his head he said yes, then slowly leaned in to give me a kiss. It was soft at first just brushing over my lips. His tongue passes on my lips trying to cox them to open. Giving in to his woo I opened my lips to his eager hot mouth. Tongues were rubbed together lips were bitten and body’s were caressed, and I was still. I picked up my bag, drank some more wine and walked on. After a while of looking many more nudes it was time for a rest. So I got my towel out and sat down had another cigarette and a bit more wine watching folk walk past me. I turned over onto my front and got some sun on my back and feel that lovely sea breeze again.It was now time to walk back, seeing so many pert boobs, fresh vaginas and tight bottoms of my own age drove me into the sea again for a ‘ball freezer’ a couple times. That was of.