I lay there as I felt the cool gel hit my back then the boys' hands begin to smear around my back and arms and shoulders gliding smoothly across my sk...n. It did feel sexy, I must admit. I'm sure it did to them, oh, for sure. They spread more sunscreen along my legs, even on my butt cheeks which, in this thong suit were mostly on display. I was hoping a hand might dip down along my inner thighs but it wasn't happening so I moaned and spread open hoping one or both of them would get the hint.. “Perhaps you should come inside and we can get more comfortable,” suggested Anita. She led me into her large front room, which contained a couple of sofas, some large arm chairs, a home theatre system and a large fireplace. The walls were white, and decorated with old fashioned prints, and the carpet was a deep red. The room was brightly lit by the sun coming in through a large picture window on the right. There was another large window on the left. Beyond this room the house clearly spread out. Of course what made it odd was that Harry was a pizza delivery man so in all likelihood he was stuck in the middle of a pizza delivery story too, making that the third of his day. On occasion he imagined himself working as a pizza delivery man after burning out as a CEO of some multimillion dollar company where he was never happy and somehow found happiness just delivering pizza. Harry didn’t like thinking like that, things just don’t work that way. Well, you aren’t going to see Donald Trump. Although I had little choice.I took a seat back on the examination table which he lowered back to a normal height. He didn’t question why it was so high up and I sat in silence.He began to speak. He was saying something about his wife and my testicle and her wanting him to take a look. I was far to distracted to hear what he was saying. I was unable to hear or see anything other than the wet patch of white sticky cum on his left cheek. ‘My sticky cum”.He was asking me to stand up and I did so.