Alan thought, ‘I guess this is what I came here for.’He pushed down his trunks and let them fall around his ankles. Allen looked at the handsome m...n’s cock and mentally whistled. The size of his cock certainly wasn’t the reason for any shyness.“Why don’t you spread your towel and sit down for a while?”Alan kicked his trunks to one side and flicked his towel to open it up. He sat down and the stranger almost immediately reached his hand over and touched Alan’s cock. As a reflex action, Alan. .. how? What for? And why would they be in our house, hidden in my drawer? Well, if she'd wanted to distract me and make me jittery, it sure worked. All day, as Mitch puttered through non-essential home repair projects and I did a lackluster job of cleaning, it was like I couldn't stop thinking about The Secret Bag. That was how I thought of it, caps and all. When Mitch asked about lunch he had to ask twice. When dinnertime came, I realized in horror that I'd prepared nothing, and pretended. " I finished, smiling at Sandy."I'm so glad she opened up ... whoops, that doesn't sound quite right does it ... I'm glad she's been so receptive – that sounds better. I had a good feeling about her. We'd had some long 'facts of life' talk and Cassie felt comfortable talking to me about sex matters. We'd also talked about the situation where a couple of 'almost adult' teens raped a classmate at a party and I'd dropped some hints that having someone teach a young girl would be nice. Cassie. Finally they arrived at the end of the corridor, and Jacqueline handed them their key-cards. “This is your suite, the finest suite we have.” he smiled, opened the door and held it open as Deanna and Peter trooped inside. They entered into what was obviously a common room or living room, set up with couches. Jacqueline lead the way, opening the double doors in the south end of the common room that led to a tiled room that was glassed in. “This is your private jacuzzi,” as Jacqueline pointed to.