10:30 p.m., the end of the film on TV. Mom and dad are going to bed. I decide to stay in the living room.Mom: "Marco it's late you should go to bed" Dad: "He's of legal age now, leave the sweetheart" Mom: "Marco, well, you're of age, but you promise to take out the trash before you go to bed. I don't want to see her tomorrow morning ” Me:“ Promise mom ” An hour later, I'm about to go to my room. "Damn the trash!" » I am in shorts and a T-shirt. I put on flip flops. To take out the trash, no need to get dressed. Especially at this hour.I just closed the door to the apartment when the neighbors across the way open. "Good evening Mr. Lamaulle" "Good evening Marco"We look thin! Me in shorts and flip-flops carrying my big trash bag and him big, sturdy hunk, in a plaid dressing gown with his poodle in my arms.The elevator is slow to arrive. I give the dog a pat. "Is he okay Mysti?" " " Yes it vat "says Mr. Lamaulle nodding his big head balding. I realize that her legs are bare and ended with two large feet in gray socks in black leather mules. Men's feet in socks are my favorite sin and therefore my eyes linger a bit too much."It's hot," said Mr. Lamaulle.The elevator arrives. We enter the narrow cabin. Mr. Lamaulle has just pressed the button when Mysti slips out of his arms. As if to catch up, the dog grabs my garbage bag, which tears and lets out garbage.“Sorry Mr. Lamaulle, I may have soiled your dressing gown " " It's nothing "he replies, picking up MystI" My wife will fix this " When I bend down carefully to pick up the dirt that has fallen to the ground, I realize that the belt of Mr. Lamaulle's dressing gown is loose.In the opening of the panels of Scottish wool, I see the powerful thighs of Mr. Lamaulle, as hairy as his calves, then higher, his tail. She is long and dark. It overlooks a pair of plump balls, covered with a brush of black hair.This vision, in addition to the socks from which emanates a delicious fragrance, excites me immediately. While picking up the dirt, I try to see the crotch better. In the twilight, I see the penis trembling but can not determine if it ends with a foreskin or an open glans.Here again, I am probably lingering a little too much.M. Lamaulle seems to be impatient "Marco, stop doing that in the elevator. You will have plenty of time when he gets to the ground floor " "Yes Monsieur Lamaulle" But when I straighten up, don't I run into his family jewels. I can clearly feel the soft consistency of the bushy testicles under my fingers." Oh ! Pardon Mr. Lamaulle » « Please my little Marco. This elevator is very narrow ”He bends down to put Mysti on the ground and, while he stands up:“ And it's not so unpleasant ” I look at Mr. Lamaulle with a speechless air. He gives me a beautiful smile as he plunges his steel blue eyes into mine. And he presses the emergency stop button.The elevator has come to a standstill between the first floor and the ground floor, Mysti sniffs the trash bag which has fallen to the ground again and M Lamaulle pushes aside the flaps of her dressing gown."If you want to take advantage of it, it's yours. At this time we won't be disturbed. ” Without asking, I crouched down between the garbage bag and Mysti. Mr. Lamaulle's tail is already starting to swell. It ends with a wrinkled foreskin. When I roll it up, a nice wet acorn appears. I slip a hand under the heavy hairy balls. On the other, I gently pull on the foreskin and taste the glans. It is a delicious fruit, which blossomed between my lips."Marco, you have a goo ...

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