In the weeks before the date of my birthday I noticed a strange change in the atmosphere, odd little questions, well, not questions as such, more sly ...omments to drag information from me. Stuff like had I had a girlfriend, had I read much on the subject of sex, what had I learnt at school, stuff like that, all innocently slipped in with the usual day to day crap. I perhaps had hoped to turn the tables and in what appeared an un-guarded moment did let slip that I did not understand why women. I lifted my head and saw, between my raised and spread legs, the five of you sitting on the couch and chairs, one of the women pouring champagne into each of your glasses. I realized that IF any of you looked over at me, you would have a perfect view of my wide-open pussy and ass. Instead, you were all engrossed in quiet conversation. I strained to make out what was being discussed, but I could only catch a word here and there. I laid my head back down and stared up at the ceiling. Now my. I got into his car, he was in business dress, a pinstripe suit, he was probably in his early to mid-fifties with a nice big moustache, I knew he was old enough to be my Dad, but felt strangely attracted to him. We got chatting and he pulled out a packet of cigars and asked if I wanted one, to which I replied 'No Thanks' he lit one up, and I started to become hard from watching him smoke this huge cigar, he noticed my cock getting harder, and he put his hand on my tight shorts 'Mmmm' very. ”“I’m glad you’re doing well,” she said. “Mind if we talk a bit?” He shrugged, but didn’t tell her no. He’d been cued by Jimmy that she might try to enlist his help to get her ex-husband to lighten up about having anything to do with her or her husband.She led him to a booth against the far wall. The Crossroads wasn’t all that busy at 3:00P.M on Saturdays.They settled in. He’d taken his beer with him. A bar girl came by and asked her what she’d like.“One of those,” said Claire pointing to what.