Lang was sitting on the sofa, an open cold can of beer for me; “I know you don’t drink the mini-bar stock because it’s over-priced, so we stopped and I bought some at the store for you.” “Thank you, Lang; I need cooling down,” took a long mouthful and sat with a sigh. Anh said “Just relax, Mr. Sex It is the knowledge, at last, what I have missed for more than ten years, fourteen; this joy of having a loving man who can also make love as he means it: with Love. Sometimes Mae joined us, and one night I had let my car and driver go home, so Mae offered to take me home after dinner on her bike. I groaned; A voice I recognized as Lang’s came from above my head – thus it was her pussy beneath my starting-to-lick-tongue – “Our massage relaxed you, Mr. I laughed along with them, until they all collapsed in a heap on the bed under the coolness of the a/c I had turned on. Vigorously wiping, and getting the natural response, perhaps even the one she was aiming for; she was certainly aimed at the growing bulge, as she rubbed and rubbed at the wetness, getting even more tissues to continue.
