‘Well, Mel, looks to me like you’ve been caught,’ he thought to himself, as he noted the name on his forearm in black felt tip, misspelling and ...rossing it out once. He brought out his tiny camera then, and slowly made his way to the back of the apartment. In the hallway, light came from under two doorways, one at the back – likely the bedroom – and one ahead and to the front of him. From inside, Bob could hear the sounds of a man taking a long piss. Probably a big night of drinking before he’d. Hell I loved it. I was very surprised at how many eighteen to twenty-one year olds were topless or in their bras. I had thought that the girls would have to be drinking alcohol to get topless. It was kind of interesting to see how some of the girls talked their girlfriends into taking their tops off too.About nine o’clock my two women bartenders and my waitress were topless too.My bouncer said, “Hey boss you should really get a picture of Jill topless.”Jill was my prettiest bartender. She had a. "I made a lasagna last night," Sue said. "Why don't you stay for dinner? All I have to do is put it in the oven for a few minutes." That's sounds very nice," I smiled, happy not to have to eat alone once more. "Thank you, but let's stop at that specialty grocer and I'll get some wine."By then I knew the ladies would prefer red to white, so I bought two bottles of an Italian Valpolicella that I knew was good quality. I picked up another bunch of brightly colored flowers as I was about to pay for. ” I slowly walked towards the urinals.“Hah, why’s it awkward?” David joked, “Don’t gay guys piss in urinals?”“We do…” I said slowly, “I don’t.”Dave’s head turned around. “Why?” he asked casually.“I just… don’t. I never have… at all. It’s not because it would be awkward – it wouldn’t. I just don’t do it.”“Hah, come on, what’s the problem?” He waved a hand towards the urinal beside his, “Just join me.”“Okay.” I unzipped my trousers and pushed my boxer-briefs down. My cock flopped out and I.