He asked me if I wanted to take a shower. Of course, I did. I like being clean and I knew where the shower would lead.I headed to the bathroom, stripp...ng as I went.Within a couple of minutes, I felt a familiar presence behind me. Blaise and I soaped each up and played for a few minutes. I pushed up on my tiptoes to get our hard cocks rubbing together in the water. After a minute I bent down and sucked his head into my mouth for a second. But that was all. I turned off the water and we started. -oh, oh, oh, ...Coach...uf...oh...-The party has just started, no.-I'm ready!-and I sat on his cock while he kissed my lips and licked that cum we shared in a french kiss. I was going to be attending class on my feet after this but it was well worth it. The b**st was moving fast and tiny "farts" were the sign that I was being fucked just right. I was facing him, and he was on top of me with my legs on his shoulders, we stopped just for a change in position, as now I was a dog being drilled on. At first, I was sure he couldn't see me because of the shade and had enjoyed watching this interesting man reading a newspaper. Not to sound like a cheesy romance novel, but he was tall, dark and handsome and had something about him that had caught my eye.Now, I'll be the first to admit that I love people watching. It's great to sit in a café sipping a hot chocolate and relaxing while watching dozens of people go about their daily routine. Also, I have no shame in saying that I do laugh at some. George gave the messengerthe plans for the valve and the address of the friends he had called, and hegenerously tipped the young man who came with the lingerie and clothes from theboutique. Then he said, "Well, it will take time for the boys at the shop toproduce your valve, Scott. Why don't we use the time wisely, eh? Care to helpme go the final mile?" Scott readily agreed and he followed George into his bedroom, joining himon the bed. They both took a handful of the slightly viscous.