An hour later, I went back inside the house for another drink and accidentally, I bumped into someone. I apologized, but the guy told me it was his fa...lt…I barely looked at him, as he continued walking upstairs. I soon was back under the gazebo with my good friends…But something had changed; that soft collision I had with the perfect stranger was just disturbing me. So I moved inside again, climbing up the stairs. At the end of a dark alleyway, I noticed the guy standing by the window having a. You had a story to tell me?" Oh, yeah, my story," I said. "Well..." and then I told him all about Sofie, what she had done to me at her home, and how I had driven home naked, with all the things that had happened to me in between. And sure, he also got a good laugh when I told him about me peeing all over my legs in front of those boys. I always wonder why people love to hear about those kinds of things.When I was done with my story, I was surprised that I felt so aroused about it. I couldn't. She brought a warm wet hand towel back to the room to clean Greg up with. His penis remained soft as she gently cleaned it with the warm towel. She reached down with her head and gently kissed the head of his cock before covering him with the bedspread. She had thought about sucking the little soft member and blowing Greg in his sleep but her head still hurt so instead she climbed under the covers and spooned up against Greg where she fell asleep within a couple of minutes.It was almost noon. We both kept masturbating each other.“Hello Andrew.” he said “I saw your bike out in the carpark.”“Yeah, we got here about an hour ago.” Andrew replied “Chris, this is my wife Thu.” He nodded his head in my direction and smiled “Hello Thu, it’s lovely to meet you at last.” I smiled and said hello. Chris was a good looking man, in his mid-forties, nicely toned body. He stepped up onto the lower tier of seating and stood directly in front of me and he reached across to shake hands with Andrew..