He was wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt. His body was long and lean. You could tell that he was confident that he would please you.He spoke quietly, ...anting to relax you. He told you how beautiful your body was and how well you took care of yourself. He started at the base of your back and worked his strong fingers up and down your spine. It felt heavenly. The wine and his hands were putting you at ease and you fell under the spell of his touch. He told you to imagine your most pleasant memory. “When we got this house, Lynn and I had a talk and I thought the place was so big that it should have a name like ‘The Ponderosa’ or ‘Tara’.“We will move that item to a future meeting. It is a great idea. So live tree to plant?”Everyone agreed.“Number of trees. I have seen places with one in the family room, the family tree and one in the front window, the showplace tree.”“No way. I don’t want to be that stuck up.” Lynn spoke.“I agree. We have a tree in the family room only.”“I think that is a. He turned to head back to his room and as he did he caught his cock head against the balustrade. His dick was so hard right now that the sensation actually felt good. Even a little pain was better then the permanent dull ache he'd had for the last few days. He swung his hip and hit his cock on the wooden post again."Thunk!"God, his dick ached so bad right now any sensation was better than nothing so he did it again, harder this time."Thunk!"As he swung his cock he could feel the soft material. He had expected suction to keep it plugged irretrievablyup but there must have been a valve mechanism for it came out,slowly, gliding over ridges now, sliding over the contours that ititself had formed. A slight, so very slight 'plop', and it emerged,glistening with the lubricating gel. One hand abandoned the tube onthe side table, whilst the other were drawn irresistibly back tohis own prick His fingers slid on the lubricant, a lubricant now overrunning withhis own juices, unable to seize the.