I hear it again; more of a sob this time and realisation slaps me across the face. He’s not whimpering; it’s coming from the next cubicle but I re...lly don’t care anymore. My world view has been reduced to five inches of throbbing flesh, the hand that massages it and waiting for that glorious moment when his cum splashes across my trembling body.He has switched to short strokes; thumb and finger rubbing furiously at his stretched foreskin; the slit in his swollen purple head expanding and. May I speak to you for a bit?” A pleasant voice that was asking permission, not demanding, did help smooth my ruffled feathers.“Why?”“I thought you might prefer to read up on the status of your father in a more comfortable location. All of the information that we have on him is in here.” She offered up a new, thin leather briefcase.That got to me. I had been trying to get any information on dad from those bastards since they took him away. “Yeah, let’s go inside,” I said angrily, knowing that. This lasted for only a few minutes. We passed by a jettywhere two blonde, English girls were sunning themselves.Rene slowed the boat down when he saw they weretopless and began chatting with them in a very flirtatiousmanner. The sight of their nubile bodies glistening withsuntan oil made my gaze linger for a while until I noticedthe hurt expression on Monique’s face. I knew shetolerated Rene’s attitude, but this was too much.After a while he got discouraged and set off, not evenwondering why. The walk went quickly, and she was checking us in at the front desk. It was a fancy old hotel, and even had an elevator attendant. There were three other people in the elevator with us, and Chris stood in front of me. After the doors closed, I felt something rubbing along the length of my semi-hard-on. With a quick glimpse down I saw my cousin's dainty hand touching the outside of my pants. The ride was only seconds long, but I wondered if I could last until the room before I shot my first.