The Polish Experience By Nicholas Westerby This ... - GetSab.Com

“I love the jaja.” She muffled.
“Ok.” I replied.
The water streamed down me and I tried to freshen my upper half a bit while
she was enjoying herself down below. I guess some of the soap ran off onto her.
She looked as if it had gotten in her eyes so I tried to bend down to comfort her
but being in a shower, as I crouched down there wasn’t the room and my arse
bounced off the wall sending us both sprawling onto the floor.
I lay on top of her for the first time naked, happy and she was squinting away
the soap in her eye. I realised that I was probably squashing the life out of the
poor thing and thrust myself up. I turned off the shower and helped her up.
We dried off in the bedroom and she kept initiating things. For the first time in
my life I was overwhelmed with how beautiful she was and normally in these
situations I was drunk. I never thought about my performance but here I was
with a hired lady desperate to get it on and I was worrying about how I’d do.
It was probably the last position I should have worried about her satisfaction, I
wasn’t normally. I’d try to do a good job but only if she might spread my fame
to her friends or others. This was always worth the effort. Sometimes me and
the boys might ‘share’ a lady, not all the same night or anything but in that
situation you were motivated to do better. In the normal domain of the one night