Most of the dressing area was enclosed, but the top and bottom of the curtain were mesh, with a 3 foot wide horizontal stripe covering the torso and p...ivate parts. Trying on clothes was also putting on a show—which was fine by me! I pulled off my damp gym shorts and sweaty jock and out of nowhere the clerk appeared with a hand towel. He suggested that I might want to dry off before trying on the clothes. I said oh, in case I don’t like them, and he said no, so that you can get a true feeling of. “We both wanted to do it and we both liked doing it and we want to keep doing it!”Mom Two laughed, “You are your dad’s son! I think Francesca’s mom believes it would be a mistake for you to have sex. And that’s where your problem lies.”“I know,” I sighed. “Dad basically told me we have to stop. I mean, he didn’t say that, but Francesca’s mom is never going to let us date. Dad did suggest I invite her here, if that was OK with you.”“It is,” Mom One said. “We prefer you to be safe and we know you. We value our private time out here and don’t like to be intruded on. But tell me, why were you jacking off looking at our cock pictures? Are you some kind of fucking pervert or something?”The situation was starting to get interesting, and I thought I’d keep the conversation going by fibbing a little. I said, “When I was in high school a good friend of mine and I used to take pictures of ourselves like these. It just brought back some good memories. Quite frankly, I'm impressed by what I see in. She practically floated out of the waiting area making an appointment for the following week. She left an envelope marked “Javier” on the counter. After a few more minutes a clean cut 30ish muscular man with light brown skin and a slightly receding hairline appeared at the curtain wearing a tight fitting under armour shirt. “Is my 2 o'clock here?” he said in a soft low voice. The receptionist called out to her “your room is ready.” She gathered her bags and headed towards the curtain. Javier.