There was no small amount of grumbling.She shrugged into one of Owen’s shirts and walked out to see the couch turned over and the cushions scattered... Owen couldn’t exhale without saying “Fuck.”“Can’t find it?” She asked needlessly. “Do you want me to make breakfast while you look?”“Can you check your purse or your pockets?” He rolled the couch back up onto its legs. He stabbed his hand around the edges again. A pile of change, mostly quarters and loonies, had already been unearthed. The old. I really am!" Chuck said to Sandy's back. He was pleading when he repeated himself."You coming or not?" Sandy said without turning around. When there was no answer from Chuck Sandy added: "Fine. See you in school Monday. Listen, if you want, I can use whatever girls name you like and you can chose any one of those pictures that shows your face for the school paper. You don't have to decide now, just let me know on the bus." OK, OK!" Chuck said climbing the fence and landing on the stump.Sandy. The purplish tip, already leaking precum, was showing just above the elastic waistband. Matt took hold of the elastic with both hands, and in one smooth motion slipped my briefs down to my ankles. Before I could step out of them he had my cock in his hand, and in the next second he was licking the precum out of my slit. The feeling was indescribable, so intense my knees almost buckled. A couple of women had done this to me before, including my wife, but not quite like this. Matt did it the. He zips, flushes, and then I hear footsteps moving to the door. He goes out.What a nice show that was! My own cock is half hard now, and I give it a few strokes. It gets even harder. As I sit remembering the piss-streaming dick I just watched, I hear the door again, so I settle back into good viewing position. This time, however, the footsteps don't go towards the urinals. I look up and see a fantastic hunk of man walking past me towards the second toilet. He looks at me as he passes. He is.