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She is certainly waiting for me because I’m late. The customer stopped me, had everything explained and then pushed the purchase decision out.
Next month, maybe. Were open, I’m Stocksauer. From me, he should buy his facility where he wants.
I can’t stand people on death who only after Quitting time Find time for a consultation. It will never be anything anyway. If you have no time for an investment of a few ten thousand marks, you don’t want to buy anyway. Damn gang! Time thieves are that.
I had planned for an hour. The guy was waiting for me for half an hour until he could tear himself away from his phone. We went through the offer. point by point.
In between signatures, incoming telephone calls, instructions to the employees. He, only half of the matter. Everything was clear: the price, the delivery time, the entire solution fit on his company, like the famous fist on the eye.
“No, I’m sorry, I can’t invest that much at the moment. You understand, the general economic situation, the outstanding and at the moment I can’t get to switch the company to IT.
Too much work!“Such an asshole! Then why did he have it so hurry, it absolutely had to have it tonight. I am at the door. I expected an hour. Now three and a half hours have passed.
Everything for the cat. The trip home leads me past the small flower shop. I buy a red rose for Doris. She opens the door to me.
She looks beautiful. Long, black skirt, tight white blouse that plays around your graceful body.
The high -heeled shoes on their little feet, black stockings. Her long black hair that falls down on your shoulders like a frozen waterfall.
But there is no smile. No welcome kiss, the rose is ignored. She is sad and acidic and I even understand it.
AIDA! I got cards and she was looking forward to it like a child. Now it’s no longer worth driving.
I spoiled her evening. I’m mad at myself and the customer. I can’t stand myself at the moment. How should she be able to do it then.
We sit down in the living room and keep silent about. Not only Doris, I was looking forward to this evening too. I like to go out with Doris. It is a joy to do something with her.
Now she’s sad and that almost hurt me physically. I look her in the face and see the smeared make-up. she cried. A lump rises in my throat.
I can endure everything, but not when Doris cries. The water shoots my eyes, I can’t do anything about it, I’m horrificly sad. I go to the bathroom so that Doris doesn’t see it and wash my face.
As I dry myself, I will be hugged by her. I neither saw nor hear her coming because she approached from behind.
I turn around, close them into my arms. She looks into my eyes and see that I cried.
“Sorry, Werner. I was so disappointed.““ No, Doris, you don’t have to apologize. I spoiled the evening.”” Do you have the order?“I shook my head smoothly and tell her my frustration.
Doris listens patiently to me, presses me and caresses my hair. Your soft lips kiss my face. It’s so nice to find comfort with her. Then she tells me how she had been waiting for me, how it took longer and longer and she slowly lost all hope that AIDA could still be something.
How she got angry and then became sadder. I stroke her beautiful long hair and back, caress your face and listen to. I want to tell her how sorry I do, but she puts my finger on my lips.
“You don’t have to say anything, Werner, I know that you are sorry. You couldn’t do it for it.””I love you!“I confess her and she does something new for her.
My fingers feel their beautiful, slim body, stroke their little breasts, through the soft fabric of the blouse.
Your buds are tall and stiff. She leans back her head and stretches her breasts towards me, starts breathing violently. Her lap presses on me, rubs on my stiff -made member, through the fabric of our clothes. We kiss, first carefully and lovingly, then hot and intimate.
Her tongue penetrates deep into my mouth, her hand seizes mine, leads her down into her lap over her skirt.”Do nothing.“She breathes my ear. I obey, press the skirt between her legs, which she has now spread. She captured my limb through her pants. Also quite gently, so that I hardly feel it.
We are waiting, both are horny at the idea of what has to come now,.
A strange mood that we always affect in such situations. We both try to think about what we actually want to do now, because our imagination is not possible. But this crazy lust remains subliminally.
Pee the other’s desire to pee the other through your own clothes. It is a game that we always like to play. Who can do it first. I think of the customer and start annoying again, the stiffness is slowly disappearing from my member: Doris could get an advantage: she only needed me to stroke me a little and the concentration would be over.
Impossible to pee. Of course she doesn’t. Don’t want to get yourself for enjoyment. And besides, it would of course be easy for me to reciprocate me.
We look at ourselves.
Oh god, they shine her eyes in Doris, this transfigured look, which tells me everything about her wild, hot expectations. I close my eyes, now hear Doris breathes slowly and deeply. I concentrate on my last commission statement, remember that I really need to be absolutely necessary, try to breathe slowly and evenly. Inhale very deeply, exhale very deeply so that it presses on my bladder.
So it comes to a real beam, only slowly and dripped, then stronger, then stronger, then stronger, then stronger, then stronger.
I feel the warmth in my pants, feel how it slowly goes down on my thighs. And then I also feel the same warm moisture in my hand, hear the quiet noise, between Doris her legs. Listen to the soft rippling on the tiles. I take the second hand to help, form a bowl between her legs, try to catch the warm wet and pour it out over her breasts again.
Wet and transparent your blouse becomes. Doris closed his eyes, put his head on the neck, breathes heavily and shocks. I reach between her legs again. It still flows.
Doris has started to stroke my wet pants, the penis, the thighs, her hand drives through my step to my butt.
An indescribable excitement takes possession of me. I have stopped peeing for a long time, but Doris is today, a source that has not wanted to dry up. I free myself from her, sit on the floor and slide under her dripping skirt. That’s nice! Your panties, her stockings, the inside of the skirt, everything shines in the pleasure of wetness.
The urine sprays out of the slip as if it were not there at all. I’m clapping in no time. My hair, my face, my suit, the underwear, everything drips in no time.
I enjoy yours Pee in deep trains until the source dries up. My hands become busy.
I stroke, rub and jerk us until I almost orgasm then I concentrate entirely on Doris’lustrotte. My tongue comes to my help. My hands stroke these beautiful, wet thighs, drive around their butt until they come back on the wet of their briefs. Again my hands slide forward and pull their wet panties aside.
Her steeply erected clit laughs at me from the wide -open, smooth shaved labia. My tongue strokes it, carefully massages it, then more and more violent. Doris moans loudly. Her hands push my head deeper into her shame through the skirt.
“Fester, Werner, please firm.
Oh, that’s nice!“I’m sitting in our laughter, her skirt sticks to my body and I lick it as intensely as I can, my hand keeps my penis enclosed through my wet pants and jerks it as hard as possible. I stroke myself with the other hand, feel my chest through the wet shirt. Doris her lap now shrugs back and forth. She screams out her orgasm.
I get up, take them in my arms.
Doris Keucht before effort. She presses me firmly. The wet of my suit is spread over your clothes. She enjoys it.
She kisses my wet face, stroking my dripping hair.
“Close your eyes, Werner!“I follow your wish, hear her handling.
“Take off your jacket!“My jacket falls on the floor. Then a hissing sound. I feel that something soft my wet shirt covers. The curiosity blinks me.
My shirt covers shaving foam. Doris begins to rub him down gently. Ahhh, that’s a great feeling. Everything is so smooth and soft.
“You are cheating.
Watching does not apply, ”she is outraged. She pulls my pants on the waistband on the waistband, picks up again to catch the underpants and spray my underpants full of foam. I’m crazy about lust. She continues her work unexpectedly until I am covered with the slippery foam all over my body.
Then she ticks him. Long and intense. She kneels down in front of me and rubs her breasts on my lap. My limb is stiff and I feel every movement that makes Doris through the wet, slippery, slimy fabric of my pants.
She caresses me my buttocks and I notice from the hustle and bustle of her movements and her loud breathing and moaning how much she gives her pleasure. She presses her face into the foam on my stomach.
I take the spray can out of her hand and foam her hair. Sayings the white foam in her collar, distribute it on your back under her blouse. She gets up, looks at me with flashing eyes and opens the two top buttons of her blouse.
She doesn’t need anything, I also know what she wants. The foam penetrates into the blouse, soon covers her stomach and breasts. I step behind her and distribute everything over your upper body evenly with both hands. The blouse slips gently over her breasts.
I feel their swollen nipples. The wet fabric of her blouse, the soap -smooth foam underneath. I’m going crazy. Doris pressed her thighs tightly together.
I press my lap on her butt. She begins to circle with her buttocks, jerks me with her sweet butt. Again I grab the spray can, open your skirt and fill your panties with the white mass until it swells out again at the top. Doris bends with lust.
Then she gently presses me on the floor, lifts her skirt up, sits on my lap and begins to fuck me through my clothes.
It’s pure madness. A feeling of an intensity that cannot be described in words. My hands greedily knead their breasts. In my pants, my cock slips in her column, which I clearly feel through the fabric.
We shout out our ecstasy out loud. A tremor goes through her little body, then her head falls forward. She breathes heavily, loud and fast.
We remain on the ground for a long time. Nobody makes a movement.
We collect new forces. Doris has closed his eyes and begins to breathe deeply. It gets warm in my lap. My god, where does she get it from?I raise your skirt, look at your panties and enjoy the sight that is offered to me.
White from the foam your pee steps out of the panties, spreads on my pants to dry up there. The piss is wonderful and warm. She flows over my cock in my pants and dries up between my legs. We change places.
Doris sits on the floor in front of me, opens my pants and gets it out. She cautiously holds him, only with three fingers not to excite him. I watch her, as is the case in front of me, in a laugh out of foam and urine. She put her head back, closed her eyes.
A smile plays around her mouth. Your blouse sticks to your body, is wet and yet opaque. I relaxed, make myself very relaxed. It comes there.
A cozy cubes penetrate from Doris from her throat. She focuses on her open blouse, directly in her climbing. The foam disappears, your skin becomes visible. White rivulets spread out on her skirt, in her lap.
Now she lets me pee on her breasts.
She swings the beam back and forth. I see the light reflexes sparkling on the wet fabric of their blouse. Gradually the fabric becomes transparent, gives me a look, on her nipples, which the fabric surrounds closely. Doris pushed her free hand under skirt and panties and masturbates violently.
She stops my penis and leaves her hair and face wet, the shaving foam showered out of her hair. Now she caresses her lips with my pee and I can well imagine this gentle tickle that she now feels. Her tip of the tongue comes out curiously, she also wants to be tickled. Thanks politely by now stroking my wet with stroking my wetness.
My little one grows up to full size and it is over with peeing. For that a horny lust grabs me. I want to push Doris my cock all into my mouth and fuck her there. She suspects it and she wants it too.
She grabs my butt with both hands and pulls me up to herself. Ahhh! I slide into her mouth. Your tongue presses Fest von down against my link below. My lap and your head find the same rhythm.
I sink into the world of the lust.
Star dancing in front of my eyes. The feeling in my cock becomes hornier and horny. Pushes afterwards to discharge. It knocks and pulp and there ..
“Dooris Oohhh!”My God! That’s nice.
It pulse and pulse. Creates me relief and satisfaction. Doris took my limb out of his mouth, strokes it with lips and cheeks. Your face smeared with mine sperm.
I pull her up and kiss her. We stand there, in our wet clothes and cuddle together. Gently, Doris pushes me under the shower. It opens the tap and we stand closely in a comfortably warm rain.
Your tongue is looking for her way in my mouth. I stroke them violently with both hands. I could die for this great feeling that my fingertips on her wet, still smooth, clothes from the foam.
I push her a little from myself to look at them.
Her long black hair hangs closely on her head in smooth strands, fall over her shoulders, run out in thin -fitting strands on her breasts. Her blouse has become completely transparent, almost looks like it wasn’t there. Only here and there, where the fabric has loosened something from your skin, contrasts bright spots. Her skirt nestles tight around her hips and legs and the water trickles out of his hem.
Your stockings shine in the wet. She still has her high -heeled shoes, which give the whole one another erotic kick. Everything glitters in the wet, changes in the flowing water from second to second.
Doris looks at me as intensely as I am. Then she closes her eyes and goes with her fingers, on my body, on a journey of discovery.
I feel their touches and enjoy them. She opens the buttons from my shirt and starts to take me out slowly. Your tongue plays around my nipples. She kisses her, sucks on it.
A tingling is through my body. Slowly she wanders down my stomach with her tongue. She opens my pants, undressed me bit by bit until I stand naked in front of her. Your tongue quickly brings the little one back to shape.
In me the desire to fuck it gets shape. Now and immediately, here under the shower. But naked! I want to feel your soft skin on my body. I smoke my wish in her ear.
She laughs that her white teeth flash, kisses my face and whispers: “But sometimes you need a long time to build what I want, Werner!“Your wet clothes quickly fall. I help with trembling fingers. I already said how nice it is? How God created it, she stands in front of me and stretches. Your little breasts are stroked by the shower of the shower.
Fine rivulets run down on their dainty body. The sight always excites me again.
“Come!“I ask them to.She jumps up on me. Her buttocks cling to my buttocks, with her hands she sticks to my neck. Slowly slide down to me until her wide open sheath slips over my penis.
I help with my hand. Then I take your sweet butt and start bumping with my pool. Slowly as she likes it. It is closely in Doris and every movement gives us an intensive feeling of pleasure.
Doris leaned back her upper body as far as her arms allow, her head is on her neck. The warm rain, the shower caters for us afterwards. It’s exhausting, but I wish that it would always go on like this. We gasp for the bet, our movements become more hectic.
Doris now supports itself, with her feet on the wall and starts riding me faster and faster. We both shout out our lust.
Exhausted we slide to the ground. My legs tremble, with exertion. Doris leans her head to my shoulder.
We struggle for breath. After a while I help Doris on my feet, lead her to the bedroom on the hand. Wet as we are, we smoke into bed. Cuddled closely together, we fall asleep.
Next morning I find in the office A fax on my desk.
I do not understand the world anymore. The customer’s order, who brought me to hundred and old last night. The printed time shows me that I was on the way to him at that time. What, all over the world, that should be yesterday? I can’t help but help;I call and thank you for the order placed.
When I asked why he didn’t say anything about the order last night, when I was with him, a good minute will be silent. Then a swallow and print. Finally it comes from the listener: “Oh, they were that? Excuse me many times: I had confused you with your competitor!“A really personable person. Has a good feeling for quality and performance.
Don’t find it too?Note: If you want to imitate the game with the shaving foam, you should know the following: Some people find shaving foam in/at the genitals to be great. This can be done on the alcohol lying on the disinfection in which foam is contained. I urgently advise you to test it beforehand and have enough water to rinse quickly.
Werner
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