She brought the towel and held her hand inside bathroom door, for the first time I saw how smooth her hands were with 2-3 bangles.I stood watching her...hand when she knocked at door, I took towel and wrapped myself, I went straight into kitchen to see what she was preparing for snacks, she looked at me and told me to go out of kitchen as water was still dripping of me and would make floor wet, she sounded like a wife. I went to my room and asked her where she kept my underwear, she came in and. . tits, I imagined the softness of breasts, nuzzling against them, but too small, too flat ... I imagined bigger tits, big round boobs, heavy, sweaty, nubby nipples hard and jutting out as I sucked on them and reached between thick legs and felt wetness, slipperiness ... I came, and jumped up to clean up and put such thoughts out of my head.At least Monday and Tuesday we got into the sessions that mattered most for my work, and I got something out of the conference for a couple of days. I. I really had to piss so I just let it go and meanwhile I was reading those ads. They got me a semi.I wasn’t finished pissing when another guy entered the restroom. He was slightly shorter and but still quite muscular, about 45 with his naturally black hair slowly getting grey. He was stepping next to me and unzipped. I was still fascinated by those ads and when I got to those at his side I realized he was checking me out. I instantly looked down at my own urinal. I was fully hard now, which was. And so it continued. I rolled my hips slowly with the steady motion of my ghostly dawn self, encouraging the sensation that shimmered up and down my cock. Feeling myself pushing in and out of its own tight hole. Pushing and pulling, the increasing wetness produced by ourselves making each successive push easier than the last. On it went, each pass seemingly slightly faster than the last. A feeling began to rise from my balls, not only along my cock, but also out along my whole body, and I felt.