We kept up an endless stream of chatter about nothing important, just seeing how the other’s life had changed over the years. He was still in the ...rmy, and his hard body showed the discipline he kept himself to. I was sure he noticed my arousal, and I noticed his. I let us in, and got him a drink. He just wanted ice water, but I knew those ice cubes wouldn’t stay in the glass. Not with Ray. We kissed hungrily, nibbling on the other’s lips and occasionally our tongues. I watched as the foreskin moved up and down over the penis head. She then bent over again and took it in her mouth. She continued to stimulate it. My own cock was pressing against the confines of my pants, shouting for freedom, but I dared not move now. I didn’t want to disturb the show. The man reached up and coaxed the lady onto her side. Keeping his cock in her mouth, he smoothly continued the roll so he was on top. He then swung around so that his head was between her legs and he spread. Jenny was helpless to correct his perception.Omar led Jenny to the front window of the whorehouse. It was about ten feet wide and built like a commercial display window. It had a high wooden bar stool on one side, and a five foot long love seat, or small couch in the center.Omar placed Jenny on the love seat. He had one of the other women let out her French braid and comb it out. They placed Jenny so her head hung over the arm of the love seat, with her hair cascading over it. They placed her. He quickly pulled some of the sheet towards him to shield his growing member.“Enjoying the view again?” asked Raoul, groggily.“It’s definitely one of the better ones I’ve woken up to.”“You seem to be hiding some of it,” Raoul observed, playfully, away the sheet to reveal Theo’s cock. “Looks like you might be ready for round two.”Raoul rolled over on top of Theo and began kissing him deeply, passionately. Theo felt the warmth of Raoul’s shaft resting against his thigh. Even semi-hard it felt.