.since the death of your deceased wife?……..did you sleep with a woman recently? -I was a little angry at her quoting my late wife, but I changed w...en she asked if I had slept with any other woman.- No women. -She was thoughtful with her hand on my cock.- Seriously, so you were just masturbating for so many years ?……. -- Get to the point. - I said holding myself to not moan. -She went right to my ear, her warm breath brushing my ear. My heart rate went a mile a minute, I'm glad I'm not weak at. "3:48?" I muttered in disgust. I was twelve minutes away from beginning my weekend, but it seemed asthough time was grinding to a halt. I had finished with my last client an hour earlier and was simply waiting out the rest of my shift. I groaned again and looked out over the gym. To further my disappointment there were not even any half decent women to look at. I dropped my head back into my hands, content to simply waste away the final ten minutes. I was so wrapped up in my own boredom, I. The girls – ladies? – about 15 of them, were quickly surrounding me in the pool – no chance of swimming anywhere – and tugging at my Calvin Klein trunks trying to get them off. Well cold water does nothing for a man’s apparatus, so I went to the hot tub thinking they might ignore me.Once immersed in the flowing waters of the hot tub jacuzzi I was quickly joined by two of the hen party, who were clearly older and more mature than the others. It did not take long before they had untied the. She had on a thin yellow tank top and green shorts. Her red hair didn’t look exactly natural, but it suited her perfectly.She took my hand. “I’m Cheryl. Carley’s told us about you.”“Glad to meet you. I love your home.”Cheryl took my arm and steered me toward the patio. “Let’s get some beers and talk.”Yeah,” said Carley. “We’re all going to need a drink. Wait’ll you hear what just happened to us!”We got our beers and sat around a large glass-top rattan table in the shade. Carley launched into.