Melissa had her own dressing area in the locker room, at the end, with a small partition in front of it as a privacy screen. In truth, the partition ...as more of a gesture toward privacy than a barrier, as one could see around it if you were using certain lockers on the other side of the aisle. And it was only 4 feet in height, so we could always see her shoulders and head as she dressed. If you were tall, and I’m 6’3”, you could see a little more. I occasionally sneaked a look, and admired. Proud of what he had and that it was so much better than mine.And we both knew it. Smiling. As if waiting for me to finish gaping athis magnificent dick and balls. I was very nervous. Embarrassed. Andgot dressed quickly.As I got out of my suit and into my street clothes I realized that theman I had been hungrily staring at was someone I knew. He was RobStuart's father. Rob went to my high school and was a year older thanme.As I was shutting my locker door, he approached me."Jerry, do you. .. Ah shit, you can guess for yourself. You say it, and if it wasn't bolted down, then it was gone.Of course both Katrina and my parents gave me the old, "Katrina made a silly mistake!" "She's devastated and extremely sorry for her foolish actions." "You really should give her another chance!" Speeches.But from where I was standing, Katrina had made no mistake when she arranged for someone to strip the house of anything of value within hours of my getting proof that she'd been getting up to. My coming in contact with the man was but a blur or seemingly instinctive satiric moves until what had happened slowed and I stood there bearing down, as lunging into him.The speed to which he with me mated reminded me of having watched a buck goat mate a doe in quick fashion and leap off her, only to return to his humping of the doe a minute later. So as I mated with him there came a sensation I think we both felt as of his getting tighter. My cock made similar juicy sounds as if sliding in or.