There was a full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door, and asmy manhood began to protrude from below the tails of my blouse, I lookedacross ...t myself as my manicured hand began to pull at it. I lookedridiculous all right, my earrings swinging and my floppy bow dippingback and forth in rhythmic unison, my thin eyebrows now furrowed, myglossy red lips locked in a grimace. I looked down at my lap, my shaventhighs, at the ruffled, triple-buttoned cuffs, and felt my hair fallingagainst. John was lying flat on his back with his head propped up on two pillows. His stomach was quite large and round...a typical old guy belly and I found it very sexy. I knelt between is outstretched legs, one hand on his thigh, the other gripping the base of his penis pointing it straight up towards my face. I looked at him and then I looked down at the first cock I would ever suck. I hesitated a moment. I was feeling scared, but at the same time, hugely aroused. I licked my lips, pulled his. If you walked naked from the shower, assume we ogled your dangly bits. Did you like to be tied down and tickled or flogged? Yes, we know. We saw.And maybe you were with your spouse, or by yourself, or with someone else's spouse of either gender. Maybe you groped in a group on a raunchy Saturday night, or snuck in a friend when mom and dad were away. Maybe you hid your drugs or your guns or your money in the closet. I say it now: You should have turned off the lights and closed the curtains all. That night though it was just what had happened, we were on a camping trip the university’s biology arm had organized just because they felt like it. Maybe some ‘getting to know nature’ thrown in to argue for funding, but it was really just a free for all camping trip and I certainly had nothing to do with biology. Neither had professor Lyndon, she led my English literature class if she wasn’t jumping on the chance to go for a late night swim dressed much less adequately than I normally knew.