It felt good and I was ashamed a little that I was enjoying it so much. I could feel him slip his hand under my underwear, just around the crotch, and...his finger would every now and then, glance over my little ball sack. This went on for about 15 minutes and he told me that I needed to get dressed and get back to my cabin before lights out. I was a little ashamed of the fact that my young cock was now semi hard and it was poking out, albeit still covered by the cotton underwear! He noticed it. He retrieved the sausage stick from the floor and asked if I wanted to use his cart. I looked at the cart and smiled.“Only if you push it for me,” I replied. He placed the sausage stick into the cart, and I added my bottle of wine and the jelly.“I am Sam,” he said, introducing himself.“Tori,” I replied.He was a nice-looking guy, probably about forty, with a patch of grey on his temples.“Are you married?” I asked as we started down the aisle.“Oh, hell no,” he quickly replied. “Been there, done. That'sall.A short drive led me to her place, and I stared in awe at the immensepalace she called home. She lived at the top of a knoll through which ahalf-mile-long driveway, flanked by boxwoods and yews and junipers,climbed on its way toward her elegant stone mansion. She wasn't aprostitute, I knew, for not even the most wildly successful call girlcould have afforded an estate like hers. For her to afford such awonderful domain as this, she must be a multimillionaire!Climbing out of my. " When they all gave herquizzical looks, she turned to Prentice and said, "Prissy, be a dear andshow my friends why your fantasy isn't quite as enjoyable as you'dhoped."He blushed vividly as he set the tray aside. Prentice took the hem ofhis short skirt delicately between thumbs and forefingers, hesitated,then lifted it. What the two girls on one side of the room saw madethem gasp. He pivoted around carefully on his heels and showed theother one. She laughed out loud. With his skirt up.