‘Hallo?’ Brandon couldn’t breathe. Isabel’s sleepy, throaty voice down the line poured into his ears, ran through his veins. ‘Izzi?’ He ...aid, his voice almost a whisper, not wanting Kyle to hear him. There was a long pause. ‘Brandy?’ There was recognition in her voice. ‘It’s 3 in the night.’ ‘I know.’ He glanced at the sleeping form of Kyle, then shuffled down from the bed, opened the door and walked barefoot out of the room. ‘I couldn’t sleep… I…’ ‘You’re drunk.’ It wasn’t a question, it. My young cock was rock solid. I slowly stroked my boner as i sampled the delights of auntie Joan's freshly worn underwear.A few moments arose where she stopped snoring and fearing she was waking up, I had to pull the blanket back and pretend I was sleeping. Within a few seconds she would be snoring again and I would continue to wank my cock.I sniffed her tights, breathing in her foot scent and rubbed them all over my cock and balls. I wrapped her bra around my cock and imagined fucking her big. She hands them through the doorand you realize that it is a pair of black silk lounging pajama bottomsand a very full white silk blouse with a lace ruffle at the neck andwrists. "But I don't want to wear this!" you whine but she is quick to respond."You hush now," she says. "Here you are, a strange man I don't evenknow, with no clothes on in a beauty salon. I wonder what the policemight think of that? Besides, it's only until we can get your clothestaken care of so you can leave. Now stop. Murcer, at this time I must request thatyou speak only to me, I am speaking on behalf of my clients."Some of the other veterans saw that this situation had the potential toexplode and they tried to get Murcer to back off an forget the ritual.Murcer wouldn't listen, he only became more determined. "Look this isnothing personal, it is just a fun ritual. Something that has been in MLBfor as long asthere has been major league baseball."Gina ignored Murcer and addressed herclients."Gentleman, do you.