"Masturbating?" I finished the thought for him.He turned red, but nodded."Yes," I said, not showing any trace of shame or inhibition. "But I couldn't ...et there, unfortunately. I'm just too tense I guess."I leaned back and stretched my neck, letting him get an even better view of my breasts. I tried to be as sensual as possible with the way I moved. I looked over at him after my stretch and saw that he was openly staring at me."Don't you ever masturbate in the shower?" I asked, with a hint of a. "Okay," I agreed quickly.April rearranged herself on the couch. She turned and gathered her legs under her butt. Then she stretched and pulled off her tee shirt, leaving her breasts encased in her bra. It was the bra of a young teen, frilly and pink, complete with a neat little bow in front. I shoved my shorts down to my ankles, leaving my cock to strain against my pre-cum stained undershorts. We both hesitated, but then April's fingers went to that little bow between her tits and she unclasped. I love young cock anyway, and the thought of their young dicks getting so hard it would be uncomfortable for them was exciting. I had noticed they would be sitting around drinking beer and talking and his friends would always be staring at me and covering their crotch with their hands or their beer. I would take advantage of this and bend over weeding the flower beds or picking something up giving them a good show.This went on for several months during their college break, and then one day my. They greeted each other with a series of overzealous kisses, but I didn’t really react. Like I said, Blaine didn’t have much self-control. Part of me couldn’t blame her, either. Mark really wasn’t bad looking. He was sort of…gorgeous. I hid at the top of the stairs instead of facing them together, and stared. He seemed a lot older than Blaine, probably in his early fourties, but he looked good for it. Nice smile, clean shaven, good hair. Real hair. It was a step up from some of the undeserving.