Two conflicting thoughts dominated my mind. The firstwas to run upstairs and see the email she sent. The second was to go to thebathroom and masturbat... ? keep in mind, this is kind of like a wet dream comingtrue for me. I decided to read the email first, perhapsthinking she?d just been kidding with me. She wasn?t. The email was there,directions to her house and a final line saying ?behave until we?ve had achance to talk?. The meaning was clear, until we talked tonight, nomasturbation.. " Jaysus, bring on the blarney again!"I see the ladies have their face armor on. That's good. Don and I, being macho men, can't be bothered with stuff like that, right?" he grinned.Don, of course, flexed his arms and said, "Ugh. Me macho man."Bob told us, "We'll be using rollers to do the open areas of the wall, but first we'll 'cut in' the corners, the ceiling and around the window and door frames. Ana, since you're used to the high altitudes of beauty, how about you take one ladder and start. I stifle more moans. I stifle my breath. Suppressing both for the few seconds it takes my body to release in tiny… internal… convulsions.Reticence.My heartbeat occupies the moment. The thrumming that dominated my clit now careens through my body, settling back down in my chest, leaving my pussy a spongy, wet mess.“Breathe.” Her voice gently brings me back to the room. My eyes flicker open. I can feel the heat in my cheeks, I’m sure they are flush. My heart still races but ironically I feel. Big" getting dressed right next to me. I noticed that like most really well-endowed men he put his undershirt and shirt on first, then his socks, his underwear and pants last. I quickly put on my boxers then my shirt before I spoke, joking that if there are two people in the locker room there seems to be a law that they will be assigned lockers right next to each other. He agreed with a little laugh. We made small talk and hit it off pretty well and decided to have a drink in the hotel bar,.