My eyes darted down below his waistline to the slightly tented front of his nylon shorts. I didn't allow my attention to linger on the big, broad head...of his cock, clearly visible through the sheer fabric. Instead, I kept glancing lower, marveling at the thickness of his thighs and how all their muscles seemed to come together at his knees. His calves were long and strong and, like his upper legs, covered with a soft golden fuzz perfectly silhouetted by the bright light of the lamp on his. “I always like looking at you. It keeps me from staring at your photo on my phone.”“Did you like the one I sent you this morning?” Hailey asked as she pulled out her laptop and logged in.“It was really nice,” Phil said. Hailey had sent him a photo with her sitting up in bed, the sheets below her breasts. Her hair wasn’t done; she hadn’t put on makeup. She had just awakened, pulled off her T-shirt and taken the picture.“I’ve pretty much run out of ideas for how to send you selfies,” Hailey. It was fun playing a Ghoul with a pair of gauntlets and attacking with my ‘claws’. Like ghouls, once committed, I tried not to care if I were hit, leaving large welts under my padded armor. And a few on her.Same with me acting out the part of Skeleton Boss.We groaned, on getting out of the deep fiberglass tub. Not being allowed a hot shower after that was a war crime, if there ever was one. She drove, so I waited after dressing; killing time and talking to the in-house medic/physical. Feeling no pain as the pub crawl continued, I noticed we had gathering more people to our flock. At one of the stops I was leaning on Peter inside the pub, and I had to go the the bathroom. Whoever the hell decided it was a good idea to have a bathroom down two flights of stairs is a jerk. I managed to make it down the stairs and into the ladies bathroom. I did what I had to, but when I was standing at the sink after I knew I was done. I was really drunk. I was not going to be sick, but the.