I try to turn away to shield my embarrassment, but to no avail, Jan is soon behind me biting the base of my neck causing me to lean back into her sens...ing the hard nipples caressing me as her breasts fatten against my back, then, to have her reach around grasping with a hand already getting wet with pre-cum to pump my manhood to another climax, all I can do is reach out with my left hand and hold tight to the window frame and groan as the cream coats the window sill.Jan is not finish yet as she. I watched her as she stood there looking back out the glass door muttering to herself. I assumed that she must have had a fight with her boyfriend. It was nearly 2 am and the bars and clubs were just emptying out. She stood there looking helpless. She was dressed in a short, mid-thigh length denim skirt, pale bare legs. She was wearing black flats that reminded me of ballet shoes. Covered on top by a white winter coat that came down to a tight elastic band at the waist it was hard to tell what. Everything I saw was new. As we approachedthe giant, semicircular reception desk, I passed a hundred different forms of life. Some were mere wisps of gas floating serenely by, communicating to their neighbouring clouds with thin, bright blue strands of thought. There were other humanoids, but nothing like me — some were eight meters tall, others dwarf-like and stocky. The variety of clothing was profound. The tall humanoids wore a one-piece body-glove that resonated sonorously as they walked.. Katrien lag te kronkelen op haar schoot, haar kontje omhoog af en toe losmakend van Caren’s schoot door het omhoog te duwen, kronkelend van pijn..ofwel uitnodigend naar Caren toe, alsof ze onbewust vroeg om meer;Caren sloeg met vlakke hand op Katrien’s vuurrode linkerbil, en direct erna weer , en weer, zo kort 6 keer achter elkaar, steeds harder.Katrien kon het niet meer houden, ze schreeuwde het uit van de pijn, ?Ssstopp aub Mevrouw, owowoww??aan hoeveel zitten we hoer? ??het doet te zeer.