After showing him his room i went to my room and got on my computer and started viewing some porn sites. i was watching a gay video and had pulled out...my cock when i heard my door open and rick came into my room just wearing a pair of shorts. he stopped and watched me with my cock in my hand and smiled closed the door and walked over to where i was and sat on the bed watching the video as he smiled and asked if i needed any help. i stood up and pulled my shorts down and stood with my hard cock. “Move to get it where you want it,” Paul said, “and let me finish massaging you”. I repositioned myself a little as he started playing with my nipples, and slowly started rubbing my neck and arms, then moving back to my nipples. The feeling was incredible—the warm water fell everywhere on my tiny pussy, brushed my clit back and forth with a force that wasn’t too soft, and was almost too hard. I moaned as I realized the water was also spreading my lips apart…and fucking me. “I’m being fucked. I’m in my forties, but I work out regularly and although I'm not in the great shape of my youth, I’m also not a couch potato. I continued to undress. I peeled off the jockstrap revealing my semi-hard 8 in cock. A couple of more guys paused and looked over in my direction. I smiled."This is going to be a good one," I thought to myself, as I grabbed the towel and set out to explore the facility. It was a large venue, spread out over three floors with the roof terrace with beach chairs, outdoor. The combination of such a tight warp and a levered weft made for the finest silk cloth, which while it got damp when asked to hold water, didn't let water drip through it. A little waterproofing, and it would do for water containers, waterproof clothing or tents, (it was such a trial to pack up the wet felt roof of the nomadic tents) and John thought to himself in fiendish satisfaction, hang gliders, para foils, hot air balloons, air mattresses, and, layered with insulation and sealed with.