He walked up to me and whispered "nice" as he reached for my crotch area and slowly starting rubbing his hand on my cock. I stood there nervously, bu... let him do as he pleased. He pulled the towel from my waist to get a better feel. I decided to do the same, I began to feel on his package as well. We both smiled and started breathing a little more heavy. After a few minutes, Anthony reached into my underwear and pulled out my rock hard cock! "Someone is liking this, this is a good sign". Only one thing penetrated the fear of statistics. She told me she’d changed my bedding. That was odd. I had brought my own sheets and things. Changing my bedding was not part of her duties as a landlady. At the end of the meal I was drunk and miserable. Miserable because I still had the overwhelming fear of failure, miserable because an evening with someone I liked and secretly wanted had been such a disaster, and miserable because I had been such a poor dinner guest. Chloe seemed unaware of. I removed my rubber gloves and before he knew it, my delicate fingers eagerly grabbed his erect phallus with more force than I had anticipated. His big ‘12-incher’ was loving my warm hands now as I grabbed his hard cock with both hands and started stroking him slowly, rhythmically and firmly, all the time studying his enormous appendage with fascination and lust. Using the soap, he got a great hand job and before long, I could see his egg-shaped balls pull up in his pendulous scrotal sac and I. Well, this time the friend was friendlier. I think my friend (or her friend told her to give me a chance, that she wouldn't regret it). One thing was for sure - she drank a lot more this evening. I was a little offended because I never thought myself the sort that someone would have to get drunk in order to get with, but I wasn't going to turn down an opportunity to 'hook up.'I use the term 'hook up,' specifically here because I decided early on that if I did allow myself to be 'taken for the.