I hurry upstairs trying as fast as I can to follow instructions but things are not working out as I had planned. I'm wearing laced up dress boots that...are fighting me and wasting time. You walk in to witness me in a panic cursing my boots and fumbling to hurry, but it's too late! I see you walk in and know it has not been two minutes already, but dare not speak that thought out loud. It would not be a good excuse and would only make things worse. I sit down on the floor and quickly continue to. Let it happen. Think about it; you had no relationships for 7 years and before that, they were based on sex, you've never worked a full time job, and you're on the brink of landing an 80 THOUSAND dollar a year job. Your plate is full and everything is happening fast. Sit back and enjoy the good fortune you've found. Think about how proud your Mom and sister would be of you. They might even approve of me." I said as I smelled our dinner that I needed to check on.I went to move toward the over to. They had packed a cooler of beer in the van and the four of them were already on their second round. I was barely out of our driveway when I looked in the rear view mirror and saw Jason's hands down my wife's blouse while he french kissed her. David had spread her legs, hiked her skirt up, and was rubbing her cunt through her sheer pantyhose. My wife was rubbing both of their cocks through their pants and starting to get very aroused. Karen told me to skip the bar and head for the city park -. My muscles are working harder now, not just to keep the dowel buried deep in my anus, but also to keep my bladder from releasing its' load. The combined muscles at work are making me even hornier. Not enough to cum, but enough to keep myself aroused. Oh, God, I hated my body!Concentrate. Concentrate, not on the small noise or your presence, but on your bladder. If the dowel falls, that's life. If you urinate, you're going to end up embarrassing yourself for sure. Concentrate.My muscles are.