"Sorry for disturbing you but I wonder if you would sign our petition." Yes of course. What is it about?"The clipboard wasn't really the most unusual ...hing about him. It was his cock. It was enormous and hung down almost to his knees. And this was him in a flaccid state. I had to drag my eyes up from his cock to his face. A small smile is playing around his lips. Chris too is staring at his cock. He doesn't seem that interested in her though. He is talking directly to me. I glance down and see. I told him I wasn’t comfortable with that so he told me we could go to a swing club and see how that worked. I didn’t like that idea either, but he kept pressuring me and I eventually just agreed. That shut him up for a bit but now he is talking about joining an orgy and trying to get me to be part of a gangbang. I don’t want ANY of that stuff. I thought I might be able to watch a couple make love or even see if there was a woman that wanted to play or something. I like sex. I went to an. " You are right but I think Mrs. Marlow would be very pleased if I never showed up there again." Well Chuck, I'll leave it up to you."What bothers me is that Robin is right and did she know something I was not privy to? So I made up my mind I would tell Mrs. Marlow I am sorry and that should be the end of it. I was hanging out with her son Ron, we were always working on gas engines for generators or pumps out in the garage and there were so many times we came in to get a coke out of the fridge. ”So it was back to the change room yet again. He removed the sporran for me and then helped me remove the belt and then my kilt. All too aware that this time I was not actually wearing any underwear. Luckily, however, the shirt was long enough that it covered things up. He wrapped the new kilt around me and fastened it and then as before, slipped his hands up to pull my shirt down.Again, I could feel his hands moving around my body gently brushing against my arse and then around to the front.