We would lie in bed and talk about what turned us on most and one night he told me he was watching me and some guys who were staring at me, they were ...bviously thinking about fucking me and it gave him a hard-on that some groupie girls could see.I admitted I was aware of men staring at me because I was up there on the stage looking incredibly fuckable, a lot of girls do when they know they are sexually desirable and there was one older guy who did it every night for the last two weeks, he would. "Doesn't look to me like the pay is fair. We've been slaving for weeks and what do we get? The same shit wage while the bosses send their pretty daughters to that posh school in Scotland. Maybe's time to hold with the bolshies." I stood up, introduced myself, and shook his hand. It felt substantial on mine, strong and reliable. A hand of a man you could trust.He told me all about union power while we downed a few pints. I knew I was going to regret it tomorrow and the Missus wasn't going to be. "You may not have noticed, but I wasn't properly hard until you came out." I noticed. But I meant, this only goes in me."I was ever so slightly irritated by that. "What do you think I am?" I think you are a man," Grace breathed in my ear, "but I also think you're my man. Like I say. Look, but don't touch. In fact, looking and the occasional compliment might be a good thing for Evvie."I shrugged and sighed. Things were getting a little too complicated for me. I knew there was a reason I'd. I’m not quite sure where they’ll want to play, maybe downstairs. Don’t worry, the house is clean.”I padded my way upstairs and into my bedroom. I stripped and walked into the bathroom to start the shower. My cock was still hard from the incident at the car and the thought of a hot evening of sex with friends.As I stepped into the shower, Sandra made her way into the bathroom. “You do have quite a wine collection there. I found one for now.” She seated herself on the stool at the second vanity..