A hot gay shower scene was playing. I pulled up the sweater to play with my dick but he didn’t respond. He seemed more interested in following the...younger guys around. So I kept cruising.A few minutes later I seemed to catch someone’s head nodding toward an open door in the corner. I walked that way and he slipped inside so I followed. This guy was really cute, probably late 40s with short, thick curly gray hair. He was well built and a few inches shorter than my 6-1.We closed the door. She tugged at the bells repeatedly.“What is it you want?” seethed Shrika.“To speak to Shabbir,” said Fatima.“What could you possibly want with him?”“We have personal business to discuss.”“Haven’t you caused enough trouble for me?”“I don’t mean to cause you trouble. I just want a word with him.”“You can’t, do you hear me? You can’t. Now get out of here before I call the authorities.”“I’m not leaving until I see him. Something is happening, and it’s his fault!”Shrika slammed the door, but she. .." They'll be coming around the corner in a second, so let's start walking like we're girl friends, okay?"Ellie fell in beside the woman and sure enough, a squad car drifted by them moments later, hardly giving them a glance."Thanks, I guess," Ellie said, glancing at the woman."Viv, call me Viv," the woman said with a generous smile."Ellie," Ellie admitted with a shrug of her shoulders."Ellie, huh? Well, Ellie, us girls got to help one another. It's a tough world out there."They wandered into. Yet the butterflies in my stomach won’t let me be. You climb into the driver’s seat and start the car without a word about where we might be headed. I wonder if you even know since you aren’t familiar with the area but the thought immediately gets lost in the rush of emotion when you reach over and stroke my face softly. I instinctively nuzzle my cheek to your hand, eyes closed and content. Your hand moving from my cheek up into my hair to twirl it softly around your fingers until it is.