He noticed himself stealing a look at the back of the naked upper body of Mr. Milosky and lucky that Jason was busy with the drinks and did not see Jo...n looking at Mr. Milosky, who was always just like a second father to John. John’s father worked in a factory in a night shift and slept during the day. Mr. Milosky was the guy who took Jason as well as John to the fishing trips, ball games, to the mall, playing in the backyard and everything else kids enjoyed to do when they were young and even. “So, Jimmy, can I get you a drink? I am heading over to the bar.” We all had taken advantage of the open bar, but I could use one more mojito.“I need the exercise. I’ll walk with you.” Lauren and I went to the bar in the next room to place our orders. As we leaned on the empty bar, I sidled up shoulder-to-shoulder with Lauren, probably too close. But she didn’t move away. She laid her head on my shoulder, and I could smell the sweet fragrance of the flowers in her hair. “I’m so glad. Not that she could see much, just my right cheek close to his face and possibly the sight of my hand buried in his flies.That should provoke some interest I thought (and secretly hoped).Was that a just discernible flush spreading across her face and down her lightly tanned chest?I started to rub Carl’s cock from base to tip my hand clutching it lightly, my thumb and forefinger barely meeting around his ever thickening cock, just encircling his girth.I started to whisper in Carl’s ear, “She. Everyone in that damned lounge must have seen you go off with Hamster. That supercilious frog out on reception..." André is not French, Jim, he's Swiss!" Trust you to know that. Anyway, the stuck up little shit knew where you two were headed anyway. Have you any idea how that makes me look in everyone's eyes?" Ah, diddums! Is my loving husband all upset because someone might think he's a cuckold?" Molly, leave it out, will you. You just didn't have to make it so bloody obvious. What the fuck.