The girls soon came clattering in, Reb her face plastered in grease-paint still, and the peace was gone. Life trundled on, three or four days past, an... for some reason everyone bar mother and me, were out, when she raised the subject of me having spied on her. I decided to tell her the truth and shame the devil, a they say in these parts, so I said that” yes I had spied on her by climbing the big tree opposite the bathroom where she, feeling safe from prying eyes, had left the window open a. ” he blurted with a grin. I walked up to him and grabbed his hand and led him to my condo where we took the elevator to the 4th floor and I walked him in, “You live here?” he asked. “Sure do.” I said and d**g him into my guest room and locked the door. The bed was still messed up and stained from my last client, but he never paid attention as I dropped my dress and began to unbuckle the belt that held up his baggy pants around his lower hips. I typically hated guys that wore pants like that,. Paul and Dave have a quick chat and then Dave disappears upstairs. I give Paul a questioning look and he mouths back to me that Dave just needed to visit the bathroom before he heads home again. Shaking my head, I go back into the kitchen to finish off preparing dinner. A few moments later I hear Dave shout a goodbye and I breathe a sigh of relief as Paul comes in and helps lay the table for our evening meal. Just before we sit down for our spaghetti I need to nip to the bathroom and as I walk. I've stroked my hard cock in a park with fifty people watching. I've shot my load on a busy street. One time, at a bus stop, a stranger did the stroking. I took off my clothes and sat on the bench with my swollen, engorged, throbbing, hard cock quivering at attention, precum soaking my belly and pubic hair. A woman gave me a hand job right there. The excitement of being watched by a crowd of people, while a stranger stroked my cock caused me to erupt in a geyser of jism. The woman caught it in.