I began to feel twitching in my cock, as I gazed alternately between her face and her tits."OK, Amy - since you've opened your blouse, what would you ...ike to see ME do?" She was beginning to pant a bit, and then said, "Take off your shirt! I love your tits and the hair around them!" I did so, slowly but surely. I tossed the shirt on the table (Amy and I were both at our respective dining room tables - not planned, but coincidental). I was now topless, and she was still open-bloused with bra. I opened my eyes and looked up. A young man was there smiling at me.“You are in the wrong place Ma’am…” He whispered quietly.“Or you are in the right place, looking for something different tonight?”I looked down and saw his hard cock was out of his open zipper, pointing at me. The guy just smiled and took his cock in his hand, putting inside of his trousers. I smiled back at him.He just turned over and then he headed out the door of the bathroom. I figured he would want to go out to the trees. Gill watched him as he listened to the caller, a smile playing on his lips all the while as he nodded silently. Gill had to think back to when she had ever seen John without a smile on his face and she realised she couldn’t. It was as if he was an extremely slimmed down but serene Buddha. Jake nestled the phone between his chin and shoulder as he stood at a computer screen and rattled away at the keyboard, uttering the odd affirmative and then ‘no problem’. Listening to his voice, Gill. I heard one say to the others “look at the tits he’s got in there, fucking old pervert!” one of the other girls made a point of sticking Her chest out, Her big bosoms bulging and making me groan in ecstasy in seconds. I loved hearing them calling out things like “fucking wanker” as I sat there in my mac with lots and lots of dirty mags on view. So I made up some signs, including a big one saying ‘Wanker’ which I hung round my neck once I was parked. Others said all sorts of different things.