He is 45 years old, 6’ 4” tall and 220 well-proportioned pounds in his usual summer garb of painter shorts, polo shirt and sandals. His blond hair...is showing a little silver at the temples and I could spend all day gazing into his intense blue eyes. I watched his cute butt as he settled into the chair in front of the computer and felt a little twinge of lust shoot through me.I sat down on the couch behind Brian and we chatted as he tried to figure out how badly I had messed up my computer.. “Maybe you can turn it back on during dessert, but no more ‘til then. Deal?”“Deal. But then you still can’t make me walk out of here with wet pants.”I laughed but agreed. We had a very nice dinner, during which we were both able to dial back our arousal a few clicks. Unfortunately, he remembered that I’d told him he could resume his abuse of my libido during dessert, and he did, setting the egg throbbing again. Surprising myself, I soon came hard, and I think my fingers may have left dents in. Her eyes on me glowing.’ Your beautiful ‘ she whispered. Her finger slowly rubbing me massybetween my legs, softly rising her finger gently inside me twirling.. flicking me. Glaring at my nipple. Flicking her finger into me.twisting her finger higher up deeper deeper inside me, stroking stroking stroking me..she lifted my blouse,gently caressing my breasts. Licking my breast gently. Stroking my breast slowly. Massaging me softly.on my breast. Squeezing it slowly.tenderly. Caressing. And blowing. David confirmed that it was, and suggested that Tim should try feeling, smelling and tasting it. Tim was a bit reluctant to taste it but David told him that it was ok and proceeded to lick his own fingers. “Hmm” he said “Yours is a bit saltier than mine”. David helped Tim to clean up and then said “Now that you know what your dick is for, I’m pretty sure that you’ll be playing with it pretty frequently so you will have to find a way to wash under your foreskin by yourself”. “I’ve thought of.