I bet the artist was gay. My one gay friend, Glenn, has a fascination with phallic objects that I just cannot share. I think he gets as much kick from...looking at them as I would from a woman's breasts or buttocks.I reached to touch it, but drew back. The slick sheen brought out the grain of the wood beautifully, but who knew where it had been? Or rather, what had been on it? However I shot off a few snaps to show Glenn, and then set off to find my car, chuckling. Nice little example of two. And my cock was like a flagpole, desperately trying to find room to worm its way into. Then her legs crossed. And I almost swooned. As I caught the briefest of glimpses of more of her panties, before settling for a glimpse of her thigh almost to her shapely ass. At long last, I looked up, and was greeted with a look of amusement and bedevilment. Ms. ‘A’ was in control and she knew it. Our relationship was taking a turn. Ms. ‘A’ slipped off the desk, but not before giving me a melting micro. In easy comfort, the afternoon passed into evening. Silences were frequent; Callie pursuing old, out of date magazines and watching the ancient tube television, while I mulled over my plans for the endgame that would commence tomorrow.When Callie came to bed, this time topless with her plain white panties on, she turned to her side, her back to me. I cuddled up, spooning her, draped my arm over her waist, and inhaled her scent deeply; jasmine and plums. It calmed me to have her with me. It felt. "Again?" whispered Matt in a voice thick with sex and desire. "Again " replied Dave. "I've never wanted briefs-sex more than at this moment, or with anyone more than you." In that case...." murmured Matt.Dave extricated himself from Matt's cock and arse and reached down beside the bed, where he kept a stash of briefs. In a few deft moves he took off Matt's Jockeys and his own M&S bikini slip. He put the soaking briefs on the pillow between them, so that they could continue to enjoy the spunk.