At the last second he sent me one last message: “no panties”On the drive there, I was nervous but I could also tell I was soaking through my jeans... He was waiting for me outside when I pulled up. He is very attractive. On the shorter side, which I like. A few days scruff on his face, very short hair. We had a cigarette and chatted for a minute, but we were both ready to get up to his hotel room.As soon as the door closed behind us, he grabbed me by the hips and started kissing me. He is an. It was very interesting to see that how he used to help himself when I am away from him or how other men do it remembering their loved one or by fantasy. “Hey don’t worry its okay. Really.” He said.“But I said that we would not touch each other.” I pointed out.“Did you hear me complain?” He asked.“No……..You don’t mind?” I asked. I reached out with my hand again and wrapped my fist around the head of his cock. I slowly began to move my hand up and down the hard shaft, making it all slippery. His. “Hang on. I want to do something and then I want to talk about it.”Before either of my wives could respond, I swept Lynn up in my arms and carried her across the threshold of the house. I set her down and did the same thing with Erin. I kissed them both and held on to them for dear life.“Logistics. How much trouble would I be in if Erin thought that she should have been carried in first?”“What? Why would that matter?” Erin asked.“What if you wanted to have the first kiss of the day and I gave. ‘Here goes,’ said Marshall as he entered the office. The landlord, John Tarzia, listened with polite interest. ‘You fix cars, you say?’ he asked. ‘That’s a little outside our typical tenant.’ ‘I restore cars. I am no grease monkey,’ declared Marshall, his hands splayed on the desk. Sure enough, he saw John’s eyes furtively sweep the desk to check for grease and dirt under Marshall’s fingernails. John saw nothing but clean hands. ‘I restore classic cars and specialize in woodwork. I worked at.