I didn't pay much attention to my walk to get a soda, and had rather automatically hung out my junk through the opening in my loungers. Walking back w...th my booty, I was nearly to my room when a door opened. Here were two VERY mature ladies, dressed in their polyester "finery," exiting their shared room. Since I had 2 cans of soda in my hands, there was no way to comfortably cover up. I had no choice but to continue to my room. Unfortunately (or fortunately), the two old ladies were blocking. The first was the feeling of her nipple beneath the back of my hand, rigid and erect and being forced to lean over under the pressure my hand applied. The second was the feeling of my boner as it was forced flat against my stomach by our joined hips. I hadn't even noticed my cock rising, let alone felt the pressure of my clothing as it came fully rigid. I wondered at Raquel's thoughts as it pressed into the side of her hip and upper thigh.Beyond that point I abandoned all pretense of trying to. “Very nice to meet you,” I said as my eyes wandered up and down her body. She smiled, “Same here, I heard some good things about you.” Her eyes wandered up and down my body as well, a sly grin coming across her face. As I watch her eyes picture the stories Ms. Victoria have been telling her, Rochelle walks over and steals me away. I look around and see Jill, Cynthia and their guys with them. In the corner I see one of our other female managers. Her name was Mrs. Stone, a petite woman with. "Go ahead then. The party is just getting going good, and it will go on for quite some time, or at least until we run out of ale," Dad told me with a grin. I returned to Pat and the girls, and we transferred to the hall in front of the guest rooms at our Grandparents' house."Do you want the bathroom first?" Pat asked after we materialized in the hallway."No. Go ahead and use it. We'll change first," I told him. In our room, we changed into the bedclothes that we had been using previously. By.