For me, its the most exciting thing to do. This particular time was possibly the best wank I have ever had. I had been down in London for the weekend ...eeing a friend who I hadn't seen in a long time. Whilst down there, I had to sleep in the same room as him and being that I tend to masturbate on a daily basis (a few times a day if I'm completely honest), let's just say by the time I was leaving I was absolutely busting to cum.I was getting the train back up home and it was going to take 7. No they were not sex mad, but their descriptions of building desire and tension read like the pages of an erotic novel, and this was only the arrival. What in God’s name would the rest of the day be like?She had no idea how far or how long they had walked for, such was the idyllic trance she was in, but she awoke from her dream as soon as he turned the key in the door. The reality kicked in and here she was standing at the doorstep of her lover’s house. She shivered, was it excitement or fear?,. ”Kaz and Walker crept through the undergrowth as they made their way between the towering trees, like gigantic pillars of wood that held up the sky, the velvet darkness above the canopy punctuated by the flickering of stars arranged in unfamiliar constellations. They had been walking all day, and now night had fallen, Walker viewing the world in shades of glowing green through his night vision visor. Kaz could see fine with her feline eyes, but right now she was following her sensitive nose, on. It had the hardness, and size, of an eighteen-year-old's. Whether through the wine or the admiration I was becoming intoxicated. I stood up and dropped the few clothes that were left in a slow twirl of a striptease. Both men watched me, entranced, each totally unembarrassed in the presence of each other, the Professor transfixed with the grateful smile of an old man. I turned to him and slowly undressed him. I wondered how long it had been since anyone had seen his cock.It was oddly different.