She leaned into it. "It's so nice to see you again! Come on in, I'm home alone." She smirked as he walked her inside. He walked her over to the couch...then sat down. She immediately made her move, throwing herself on his lap, ripping the buttons apart on the front of his shirt. She took him in a deep kiss, exploring his mouth deeply as she felt all around to get to know what she was dealing with. He pushed her back a moment, not in anger, but more in surprise. "Woah, what is this all about?" . “I had no idea.”“Yeah, well...” I said. “I tried to warn you. Maybe I should put my shorts back on.”“No!” yipped Harper. Then, as if she’d just showed up, she said, “Wow!” again.Harper just stood there, but she wasn’t alone. Her mother stood beside her and the eyes of both women were pinned to my errant cock. I had never considered the aesthetics of my privates before, but was forced to consider them now as both women stared in what was clearly something along the lines of awe. I’m not unduly. I had a super-flatfront under my shorts and I was loving it!I did my normal workout, 30 minutes on the bike, 20 on the treadmill, andsome light weight lifting. After all this, I had worked up a serioussweat and looking around at all the guys in the room only added to theheat! So, I hit the locker room and headed to the back where I couldchange to my jeans in private. I made sure nobody was around, as Islipped out of my shorts, exposing my bright pink "pin-ups." I was soenamored with the. And when I couldn't orwouldn't, she was quite happy to finger herself watching porn on herlaptop. Eventually, her moaning and writhing would turn me on, and she'dget her way.But ennui sets in quickly, and after a while even that got tiring.I didn't get a hardon every time I watched my girlfriend masturbate. AndI think that was the point when I realised I'd have to face up to thesituation and tell her it was all over.=*=Her other hand starts at my ankle. The ankle clad in a sheer blackstocking.