My dick started to stir in my pants. The hell with the book, a sexual fantasy was going to consume my thoughts.I turned the page in the book to give t...e impression I was reading. I imagined myself getting out of the chair and crawling over between his legs and pulling his pants down. His semi-hard dick would be resting between his legs. In my fantasy, I started kissing the head of his manhood. My tongue was sliding back and forth across the tip. Some of his sticky clear fluid seeped out.His. I got up with small scratches and bruises on my arms. I looked up and saw my pants on top of the fence. I then looked down and saw my little willy in between my legs. My pants must've got caught on the fence as I fell."Sherwin! Get my pants."I saw Sherwin's head bobbing up over the fence. "They're all ripped up. Just throw the ball back and climb back over. Quickly." Can you go inside and see if there are any spare pants?" Alright then. Wait a minute."Although I couldn't see him through the. " Hey?" I queried, "What do you mean Rabbit?" Precisely," she explained, "I am afraid I much prefer a nice rigid forearm to the transitory stiffness of the male member, have I shocked you Mr Allington?"She certainly had, "No," I lied, "Well pissing on the floor is a bit of a gob smack if I'm honest." She's very, dear to me, so I keep her on a short rein," the 'Mistress' explained, " She has a delightfully tiny fist."Pippa was smiling coyly at me, "But she does like cock," the Mistress said. I had left the door ajar so that the steam wouldn't be so dense and fog the mirror. What I hadn't noticed was the fact the bathroom mirror was aligned with the mirror over the bedroom dresser so that you could see into the other room. Josh was standing in front of the dresser and I could tell that he was looking at me. Or at least I think he was looking at me. I felt sure that if I saw him through the mirrors, he must be able to see me.However, when I looked back, I didn't see him any more, so.