How would I explain that one? Thinking quickly it’s back to my old sixteen-year-old tricks. I reach down along the bed and grab one of my white sock... from the day before. Funny how my cock automatically senses what it’s for, as I am almost there. I look over my shoulder one last time and then focus my eyes on the screen. With just two fingers I begin to jerk off in earnest. I want to come so bad now, but not bad enough where I want to use my whole hand. In a bizarre sort of way, I am still. Behind the gun was the grizzled face of a man about my age, sixtyish, tall, well built and well dressed in outdoor clothing, but serious in demeanour.“Who are you and what are you doing here?” he said calmly but loudly enough that the others heard. They set down the litter and walked toward the fence. “Who’s there, Bill?” the one asked who wasn’t going to wait for Bill. “A snoop,” said Bill shortly and waved the gun barrel at me, indicating I was to get up and go toward the fence where the. She asked if I would like her to come along and help. I thanked her and said I wouldn't need any help and then I left. I felt bad lying to Patty but I had no choice. She looked kind of hurt as I walked out the door.When I got to Brian's house it was all business. We went into his study and I began to explain just what I had in mind. I said "The day care center has six rooms that need to be monitored and one room in the basement that is accessed by it's own door and has no access to the rest of. As he walked with his back to me, I examined his ass. Black jeans hugged his asshole tight. The wide bars, covered with a white shirt, looked really good.I smiled as he sat down in the armchair, his bald head tilted towards the laptop. He was busy working, causing a swim to glance up at his face. The blue eyes could go ahead with the ocean. Lovely. I stared at them captivated, not realizing that the dick in my pants was pulsating again. I wanted to touch, caress a little, but I couldn't..