As many of you know a group of us men have been getting together on average of once a month here in the San Jose area for a little afternoon enjoyment...of mutual masturbation. We began meeting last summer in July and at least once a month since then. While it has been up to this week just the guys that have been joining in, there has always been interest from women about our gathering. So with our planned event on Monday I received a reply from a woman that was very interested in joining us. My hotel is not far from the bar; as we walk every so often I steal a little kiss here and there, mostly on the back of the neck or her bare shoulders, slowly melting her. Finally I make the move by kissing her passionately but firmly while caressing her left breast. She giggles but then her breathing becomes shallower, determined. “Please baby” she moans softly, “Please, don’t tease me like this”. A lecherous grin crosses my face as I say “Honey, I’m just getting started”. We laugh; as I. It was a normal closing since nothing out of the ordinary occurred in finalizing this transfer of title. His attorney assured him everything was correct and he was the owner of the condo. Lynn was there to collect her six percent fee. She did look good and always wore what he thought were expensive clothes which made the statement that she was a very successful realtor. Because of her good looks he continued to have those carnal thoughts about her.After everything was concluded at the closing. The girl nodded and licked her lips.“So our uncle, Uncle Peter, he became our guardian. She’s fifteen and I’m eighteen; I was seventeen when they died. He didn’t want us, but ‘e did want our land. So, well, I’m not sure exactly what happened next but we ended up on a ship headed for America as indentured along with fifty or sixty other people and a cargo of cloth and sewing supplies I think, scissors and needles and such.”“The captain was a friend of Uncle Peter,” Becky said. Nancy nodded.