At the end of practice, when I got out of the pool for the team meeting, I didn't have a towel. The coach and many of the swimmers kept glancing at my...cock, and me. I just let them look. I didn't bother to put my other suit on, but carried it with me to the locker room.The guys told me that the coach was just being a bitch. So I just showered and changed. I still needed to find an acceptable suit somewhere. If I ordered one through the State Department, it would take at least three days before. "Is that everything, Sir?”“It is, my dear. I am afraid I am at a loss though; I was expecting a driver to take me to the hotel and to see you later this evening.” I was surreptitiously verifying that plans had not changed, other than the obvious.We had exited the terminal proper by then and approached a waiting limo with the driver holding the door.“I should have texted you of the change; however, it was so last-minute you were already airborne. I was able to slip away for the rest of the day. The light was old fashioned and turned on with a pull string. As he crossed the garage to reach it, he noticed that the shades on the window next door were slanting down but not shut tight. Almost without noticing he crossed to his side door and started looking across the yard. His eyes adjusted to the dark and a couple of times he thought he saw a shadow pass by the window. Taking a deep breath, he opened the side door and stepped outside. It was a nice early summer evening, warm,. As Don returned with a round of drinks, Jack spoke up; "Let me tell you my tale of woe. That Linda that I'm dating. Well, I tried to come on to her the other night, with the titty feeling routine. She stopped me cold when she informed me that her titties were so tender that if a guy grabs them it hurts a ton. I got a real thing for this fem, but how to you get from A to Z when you have to bypass the mountains?" Go from Z to P, dumb shit," Ron injected. "Hey Bill, now that you sleep with.