His wet naked hands on me. Ignoring my stare. He got up.-Don’t look. Ok?-You’re going to get dressed heeere?!?-I couldn’t resist asking, in shoc....-Well…yeah. Don’t look.I turned away. What he didn’t know was that I was watching his reflection in the mirror. I could see him take the towel off, toweling himself. He had a huge boner. And just as I looked at it, our eyes met in the mirror. I couldn’t look away. I knew I should, but I couldn’t. Suddenly, while staring at me intently, he ran his hand. I was stunned and at the same time, amazed at the precision of his senses. I had not made one move nor sound to indicate my presence, but he still heard it, no less. What song was that? I suddenly asked. He turned around, but still kept his body on the seat, Elsas Procession to the Cathedral, he gladly answered, from Wagners Lohengrin. To be honest, I had no idea what was he talking about&hellip, I thought it sounded really good. I admitted. So what brings you to me, Jack? You look more happy. "Just eat her asshole, don't play lovey-dovey with her."Bud carefully turned Betty on to her back and mounted her in the 69 style, putting his head between her lovely thighs. Betty looked up and saw his dangling balls. She carefully reached up and touched the sac. She grasped his balls, moving them gently about with the forefinger of her right hand.Bud lowered his face slowly to her crotch, sticking out his tongue as he went. He brushed his broad tongue across the pubic hair above her clit, and. We all stood there for a moment with smiles, checking out bods, faces and packages. We all quickly seemed to approve, and without haste made our way across the street to the cheap hotel. We steped into the small room, there was a king size bed, two end tables with lamp's on each one, a TV , two chairs and a small bathroom at the other side of the room. Shannon, Carla and I sat along the bed while Mark sat in one of the chairs facing us. "What would you like to drink?" Mark asked ."We got.