I could tell from his pants he was packing something special. He must have noticed my attention as he left the weights room and went for a swim. I fin...shed up my session and headed to the showers. The gym has communal showers and normally I manage to cover up the fact that my little cocklet is shaved however yesterday there was no chance of that, I just hoped the showers were not busy. I was out of luck there were about four guys in there. There was nothing to do so I just stripped off and. A mixture of fear, anxiety and anticipation will have filled my veins with liquid concrete. Only a stare from Medusa could have been more effective. My hearing took over as primary sense and I listened intently, picking up any cues to inform me what was happening. He hadn't stood next to me. Where was he? I glanced quickly to my left and saw a figure stood next to 'my man', Andrew. And Andrew was looking at him. I turned to the wall again, not understanding how to react. I waited a few minutes. Tonight’s plaything looked a little bit like him. She squeezed until her knees hurt almost as much as the boy toy’s ribs, and didn’t stop until he thrashed like a landed fish. Even after she eased off, she teased him by running the tips of her nails down his naked chest and watching him tremble with barely contained combination of anxiety and anticipation. He really was good value. It was a shame she was mostly wasting him. Now, if Kamil himself were here…But no. Even if he became receptive to. With a little flip of her foot, the shorts flopped on the floor and as she sat back into the bucket seat her pretty naked pussy came into view. Her ripe wet kittykat lay there unfolding like the petals of a flower, her lovely labia glistened with her excitement. “There’s a bonus blow job right now,” she purred at me, “if you remember the nickname you gave me, Daddyo.” “Then I win the bonus round, Little Lindy,” I winked at her, now sure of who she was. “Are you the pretty senior at Chuck.