There are no cars so you either walk or ride bicycles. My parents worked on the mainland and would leave my sister and I whilethey took the ferry back...every morning and returned in the afternoon . I would spend all day at the beach or at the arcade when it was raining. One day it was pouring and I was waiting for the rain to slow down under the awninginfront of the arcade, when Mike our neighbor came out of the grocery store next to the arcade with a couple bags of groceries. Mike was about 35. There were the usual customers, either going in and out of the g/h booths or waiting for one to become available. I slipped into the end one, which is my favorite (largest of the glory holes) and waited. Within moments the next booth was occupied, but the guy just sat there watching the holes on each side of his booth and not touching or exposing himself. I suspected that he might have been either very shy or a cop, so I left.I spotted a nice looking young man cruising and made eye contact with. I can see past it to the bemused expression on his face. But the way he's looking down on me only makes what I'm doing more exciting. I concentrated on the reaction of his cock and not the "what a cunt!" look in his eyes. But then I realized the "what a cunt!" look in his eyes turns me on, too!His cock began to twitch and then slowly grow. It occurred to me that I have my work cut out for me. Based on my approximation of the number of times I've been fucked while tied to my bed this afternoon. The part was razor straight and there wasn’t a single hair out of place. His eyes moved around the room like he was going to be tested on what he saw here later. Maybe he would be? I didn’t know.“I’m Sheriff Dalton,” she said, pulling out her wallet and flipping it open to a very real looking badge. “This is Seth Connors.”The taller detective looked from her to me and back again. “We scoured the parking lot and surrounding area around Brozos House. We didn’t find anyone matching the description.