The table began to spin. There was not enough room in his body for both her words and for air. He felt sick.“You OK?” she asked.“A bit too much ...ine in that last toast,” he scrambled to regain his composure like a boxer trying to make it to the bell after suffering a first round knockout blow. Feigning a cough he grabbed a glass of water sitting untouched next to his wine and gulped half of it down. “I’ll be OK.” He didn’t want to know the answer to the question he was about to pose. “Who is. What happened next was the final nail in my hetero coffin - he pushed his erection right through the glory hole and in to my stall! My mouth must have been hanging open by that point. It was impossible for me not to reach out and grab that hard shaft. It throbbed in my shaking sweaty hand, and I gently pulled his foreskin up and down while my heart was pounding. What on earth was I doing in a public loo - this was crazy!!Thankfully, due to the early hour, there weren't many people about, and I. Once I had moved in I would casually glance through the window, into the houses, as I went up or down the stairs, but there was nothing really to look at. Nothing that is, until a young f****y moved into the middle of the three houses. I soon got a look at the woman of the house and she wasn’t half bad, maybe about 25 or 30, slim and quite good looking. The following day, as I had a quick look through my window, I noticed two young girls in the living room, together with the two adults, ‘mmmm’. He was fairly mature for someone that looked so young. He could get himself off to school and make his own meals if needed. I was proud of him. But my time away made me feel disconnected from him, which I hated. I would need to make up for it somehow.Despite my busy schedule, my body continued to ramp up its sexual need. I was feeling the urge to masturbate morning, noon, and night. I kept a high-end vibrating dildo and lube at work. During my lunch hour at work I’d lock my office door,.