"Just follow me to a booth. I promise I'm not a sicko."We found a secluded booth in the back of the Pig, where few could overhear our conversation."Ta...a, I know this is going to sound very odd. But... let's see. How to approach this? Do you remember an old song... it would be back around the '90s? There was this sort of neo-folk singer named Joan Osbourne, and she sang a song, 'One of Us'? One of the lyrics was 'What if God was one of us?'"My alarm stepped up a notch, and I looked at him. I had to make a conscious effort to keepmyself subtly turned to hide my hard cock from the view of the athleticguy. In the hallway, I breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against thewall for a second. I turned to leave, my cock still visibly hard, andstopped dead in my tracks. Jay stood at the end of the hallway. The lookon his face was one of amusement and superiority. I tried to hide my hardcock, but he had already seen it and the sight of him, tall, straight andtoned only made it more. After the required shots are made to send to the add agency she always has the photographer take some nudes. They are referred to as implied nudes. She is actually naked but a well placed arm or leg blocks the good stuff. I would have thought that after seeing how beautiful his wife is in these pictures that he would pay more attention to her. But she said he still is standoffish. She and I where talking yesterday and she asked me how many girls my son had been with before her. I told her that. I had no idea as to what I was to say or do. Allen told me to relax and sat down on the bed next to me. This really was wierd since the only other guy I had been in bed with was my brother and we were just k**s sharing a bed. Allen reached over and started rubbing my cock through my jeans and much to my surprise I got hard as a rock. Allen asked if he could kiss me and I said that I didn't really want to and I was sorry. He said it wasn't a problem as he unbuttoned my jeans a pulled down my.