They get crinkled and messy. Can I use YOU as My hall tree and hang my lovely cloak ON you?"She completed Her sentence with a dry smile."That was it!...Enough with this woman!" he thought and start walking towards the exit. His face was blushed with a mix of anger and shame. She noticed it."Of course you can leave anytime you like", she declared with an arrogant laughter."But there is no turning back then!" she exclaimed.His feet froze on the floor. He turned around, humiliated by his own. I tried, to no avail, to turn them off. I did the only thing I could think of to get my mind off the girls. I turned on ESPN. It helped, a little but not enough. Men's minds are weird: sex and sports and maybe beer.The images wouldn't go away. I wandered back to the porch. It was empty. Wandering out onto the porch, for no reason I told myself, other than to enjoy the air, I looked around and didn't see the girls. The images just flooded my mind. The girls naked in the woods in every. I am thinking about a gorgeous guy I saw at the gas station yesterday and how delightful it would be to run into him again. Maybe in a washroom. I'd stand at the middle urinal, unzip and pull out my pecker. If my bladder lets me, I'd hold off on taking a leak. When he enters, I start pissing. I do not pull back my foreskin. I piss through my foreskin. He stands on my right, unzips and pulls out his cock. He holds it in his right hand so I have an unobstructed view. He's about 3.5" soft, cut,. He says, Hi. All excited that we came. I guess he couldn't wait to lick some pussy. We go in and sit on a couch and he offers a drink. We didn't need anything. So he asked, "So, anything else"? I say, I guess that's it. We can get started. He was sitting in a chair across the room and Tiffany was sitting directly across from him. I reach over and open her legs and say, "Here you go". He get up out of the chair and comes over and sits down between her legs and put's his hands on her knees and.