The moon's rays are so strong that only a few stars, far away from the silver orb, twinkle in the dark. Even if I knew the constellations, I couldn't ...ake them out. There is no sound, save for the grsssh, grrsssh that my sandaled feet make on the coarse gravel.I look down and see that I am wearing a chiffon dress. Strangely, down my front the gauzy material fits rather snugly while behind me long streamers of gauzy fabric billow in the wind, even though the air is still and silent. I notice I. “You’re a pantyboy, a pantyboy,” she said mockingly,“why didn’t you tell me sooner?”“I, uh I, well, there was a, a time when I ah… Iwanted to and…”“Oh shut up you little pantyboy and let me see you jackthat little cock off,” my wife commanded.“But, I’m just… playing around and… ah…”“Shut up pantyboy and finish what you’re doing,” mywife told me, “jack off with my. Crew cut took the hint and gently sucked the end of it, taking only the bell end completely into his mouth. Blond guy became harder again and he held onto crew cut's head, slowly pushing himself in and out of his mouth.After about twenty seconds, the blond guy looked up at me. He made a quizzical look and pointed towards the door. I looked back towards the entrance and shrugged. He mouthed, "Anyone there?" again pointing to the door. I shook my head.Crew cut got off the toilet and stood. ”“Don’t know why you waste time with that old kook,” Peter grumbled, folding his paper. “Plenty of jobs out there that are far more respectable than babysitting old folks.”Suzy frowned at her husband. “Oh hush, I think it’s nice that Ben’s helping out that poor old man. Plus he’s always good about paying Ben for his time.”“He’s probably a perv, Mom,” Lucy snickered. “Probably gets a kick out of seeing Loser getting all sweaty doing odd jobs for him.”Ben just rolled his eyes. Mr Daniels had been.