Not only nude but he is stroking himself. He is mostly hidden from view, standing behind the largest tree there. But it is easy enough to make out h...s face as well as the swollen penis he is pulling on. He is watching you. You have your eyes almost shut. He can not see that you are watching him back as he strokes himself. His cock is beautiful. It’s so hard; you can readily see that he is enjoying himself as his hand jacks up and down slowly on his throbbing dick. It looks so good. You. Your prayers would make us all strong.” Listen to me. Mustn’t over do it. The phone rang at this point. An omen perhaps... “It’s Jane,” he said. I heard my friend’s distressed voice but could not make out the words. Were we too late with all our talk and no action? He concluded the conversation with the words, “Be brave Jane, my wife will be with you shortly and will do all that is necessary.” “It appears that Donald told Jane that he was going to a dinner party at Mrs Smythe’s and there were. Later on that afternoon the weather still held out, the sun was shining brightly in the sky with not a cloud insight. A few doors down one family were having a party, and the music wasn’t too bad but was quite loud. It was about 1530 and the guests were going to come round at about 4ish. Luke decided to start the bbq, whilst Leanne started to prepare the meat in the kitchen. Luke and Leanne lived in an upper flat with stairs leading down from the kitchen back door to their quite spacious. “Now, I did promise you something for staying up until I got back. Let me see… Yes, that’s it.” Whatever it what she had in mind, at least she agreed. “OK, up, off the couch.”I stood up slowly, half-naked, my erection standing at attention. Amber motioned me toward the end of the couch. She took my spot on the couch, and swung her legs over the armrest. Her dress lifted up past her thighs as she slid her hips up onto the armrest. She only had to point, indicating her desire for me to.