The heat just made me hornier, and I’d been teasing myself with my fingers all evening. By 10pm, it was already dark but it was still very warm out,...and I had the back door open into the kitchen to let some air in. Standing there naked I wondered what it would be like to be outside. The thought made feel all trembly, and of course I really wanted to do it. We had a little overgrown area at the bottom of our garden, with a couple of sheds, and it was pretty secluded. I slipped on a long t-shirt. He then thought about his wife’s bridge group. Bridge was just an excuse for the four bisexual women to get together. They would soon be frolicking in the Jacuzzi and then in the pool where they would swim naked and have sex. Later they would be joined by the three Brazilian studs and Juliana which would make all the ladies happy. Arthur felt his release building in his scrotum and then he ejaculated in Juliana’s mouth. As she sucked his cock dry, Arthur watched as Miguel and Estefan pulled out. “No, you can’t and shouldn’t.” I said as I turned and walked toward my bathroom.“Wow, that really could have gone wrong” I thought to myself. “She really wanted me to continue rubbing her body. Where would it have stopped?”I pulled my shirt off and slipped out of my pants and socks, trying to get the feel of her out of my mind and make my dick relax. I turned on the hot water and dropped my boxers on the floor, thinking I needed some alone time to take care of my newly developed hard-on. I. It was always too beautiful, too romantic, or too unbelievable to be true. I had already long given up, when I finally got to meet Mr. Monet. As a drawer-to-be, I had been assigned to create the artwork of a charity event students were about to hold. If only I had expected to see him stepping into the classroom when I was working on the first rough sketches. I would have worn something more classy than ripped jeans, a lazy tank top and filthy Uggs. I had not expected such a thing, though. I.