'Your chest is so hairy I need to pull apart some hair to read themeasuring tape' Steve, another old guy would say. Larry, measuring hisbicep would m...rvel in wonder as he wrapped the measuring tape on it andmade sure his fingers accidentally dipped into his sweaty hairy armpit ashe did so.David suddenly said, 'damn son, looks like you need a hot chic to measurethat muscle for you', looking down at the growing bulge in his shorts. 'Ifhe's hung like his grandpa, the gal better know what she's. Straight from... the office."Ron sat down on my bed. "I'll finish you off; let me eat you." Later... baby. I'm so... close... now... AAAIIIEEEEEE."I turned to Ron with a big grin on my face, and he returned one, his the grin of someone who had just made someone else cum. Which he did, sort of, for he was one of the people I was imagining as I masturbated. Ron's reminder of the first time he had seen me with my own fingers in my cunt had been what sent me over the top. Until that, I probably had. .then I rubbed my hard cock between the cheeks of her ass and when she asked me to stick it in I slapped her ass hard my hand left a red imprint on the right cheek of that lovely milky white butt cheek and I heard her gasp I followed that with a backhand across the other cheek now she had matching red marks on her pretty bottom “So whats going on baby? What are you not telling me?” She just shook her head no she wasn't ready to give up that information yet but she would oh yeah but only after I. Let me make the introductions. From left to right are Mrs Johnston, Ms Green, Mrs Hopwith, Mr Smythe and lastly, Mr Carmichael.”They too were dressed to kill (not say stimulate) and in the case of the women, not mutton dressed as lamb but dressed to kill. Ample tits busting out, tight trousers, you get the picture. In fact I was getting a bit of a stiff just looking at them all. Not wanting them to think I was a randy goat, I sat down opposite them and waited for the expected barrage of.