This didn’t bother me, nor should it have. I continued to walk, though I did become more cautious. A few moments later, the mist enveloped me. I los... the stars, the moon, I was deep inside a gray nothingness. It was thick, as if I was back in Victorian London, walking dockside without the terrible smells of decay, filth, and city life. I felt the temperature fall, which caused an unsuspected chill to go through my body. I stopped for a moment, trying to get my bearings, try to get away from the. By now, I was beating my rock hard uncut cock to a sticky precum slick lather; it must have been nearly 15 minutes and nobody had strolled in to catch me in the act.I could feel myself getting closer to an uncontrollable orgasmic climax, when I heard 2 male voices about to come into the restroom. I quickly backed into an open empty stall, as I heard the pair vaguely talking about a soccer match they had seen.I decided then and there to quietly come out of the stall and beat my now dripping rock. Jason sent David upstairs to get changed while he guided Jackie through to the swimming pool. The two of them were lying on sun-beds beside the pool, deep in conversation when David returned, which immediately ceased on his arrival, suggesting a conspiracy of some kind."Fetch me a beer." Jason commanded with authority in his voice. He turned to Jackie and asked her what she'd like to drink."I'll have an alcopop's." Her eyes dropped to the front of David's undersized trunks and she made little. His question was marred somewhat by thedeep, rumbling belch that, even in her shocked state, George could smellfrom across the bathroom.He watched her, wavering on the spot, as the former man, equally unsteadyon her feet, could only stare in horror at him before shrieking, "I don'tneed your help!" But there was more than an edge of panic in her voice.She was no longer in control, no longer the cock of the walk. No, now sherealized she was a hen among cocks. And she did not care for it one.