" he was pausing every few words, searching for the right script; I wanted to applaud him, he was doing brilliantly. A lesser man would have simply st...pped up to the plate and started fucking. " ... that feelings ... seemingly opposed feelings ... would overcome you." I ... I suppose," I sobbed."For example," he continued. "Here you are, still utterly helpless and frightened, and yet..." his hand cupped my searing pussy, " ... and yet, when I do this, you probably still find it arousing beneath. Now we were in our mid-thirties and it was nice to get away every once in awhile. I would never cheat on her but I felt there was no harm in hitting the strip clubs with a couple of the other guys and looking at the forbidden fruit. The other positive of this year's trip was that it gave me a chance to catch up with my buddy Brad who had left our office nine months ago when he got promoted. Our families had been close before he left because we had k**s that were around the same age. We had hit. But the next time the rocking moved my groin that way, his hand was still there. This time, I stayed there, which wasn't difficult considering the crowd pressing into me from behind, wanting the contact. I was wearing a long coat, unbuttoned. Then he moved one of his fingers so that he was pressing it against me.I was looking down, so didn't see him, really. I pressed myself against his hand, just a little, but it was enough for him to know the contact was desired by me. He turned his hand so. He just said not to touch anything around the closet and I said OK. I measured some of the other walls and then left the bedroom. My Dad was in the bedroom for awhile and then came out and we talked about a few things like sports and stuff. The whole time we were talking I couldn't stop thinking about him in that small room jacking his cock to those magazines and whatever else he had in that trunk. My cock started to harden again so decided to head home. On the way home I passed an adult.