“Yes, I hike. Why do you ask?” You curse silently, shift back in your chair, reach for your own glass. This woman was doing her best to be the dea...h of you through the slowest and most exquisite torture you had ever endured. And damn her if you didn’t want more.“Well, I am going on a hike tomorrow. My usual partner had to bail on me, work thing. So…” you let the sentence drag out, trail into silence.“Sooo…what?” she’s wearing that innocent expression again and you have to laugh, shaking your. She told me she loved the feel of my cock in her hand. Imagine what she was seeing for the first time - a man with a big hardon in the sunshine, masturbating right in front of her face. She licked her lips and I could feel her eyes looking at me. I should have been embarrassed to show her how I liked to make my cock feel good but I thought we had already broken every rule in the book so why stop? Imagine it was you, what would you have thought and done?My cock was feeling better and better. I. Make trips. Eight foot should work. If they don't have it tell 'em I said to cut it. Nick, you stay here ... you're too old to be running all over town ... Aw ... ok ... hit the Antler and recruit the pool players. Come on Ernie ... let's find nails and hammers. Hey Nick ... wait." Ed ran over to him and handed him a fifty. "Tell Frank I said to make coffee, lots of sandwiches and a pot of soup ... a big pot of soup."Young Al Fromm went by with his paper wagon. Ed stopped him."Al ... go see. "Shaper tried to hold back. He abhorred what was happening. He hatedthat new name she had given him. But now he was rubbing himself lewdlyagainst his team leader and reaching down to fondle his super-stickthrough his overstrained shorts. Shaper sank to his knees and got hisfingers under the waistband of Mike's interfering garment. The kneelingfigure lowered it down the standing man's legs, letting his rock hardcock spring free. The shaft of flesh smacked Shaper in the face but,instead of.