“The girl you went out with on Friday?”“Also part of it.”“Can I ask you something?”“Sure.”“Did you like dancing with me at the party...last week?”“Yes.”“Would you like to do that without clothes on? You know, put on some slow songs and dance?”“Dance?” I grinned.“I’m open to anything that might happen after that!” Kristin laughed.I smiled, “Before I answer that question, what about next Friday?”“Will you negotiate?”“I suppose it depends on the terms.”“If I agree to double-date with Clarissa and. ”“Jay will be alright,” I said, or hoped. “She can look after herself.”“Let’s hope so,” said Simon as we all headed for the door. We bid our farewells as they headed off to work while me and Manus headed for Waterloo Station. As we walked past a print shop, Manus stopped and we both went in. They had one of those do it yourself business card machines. Manus typed on it for a while before pressing the relevant buttons and a pile of business cards dropped out the slot which he pocketed before we. Her ass stuck out behind, the small flap of material resting on the curves of her buttocks accentuating the sweep down around to her groin. Her thighs silky smooth contrasting with the fabric white on black. She was half turned away looking back over her shoulder. Yes the look was great. She had not intended to go out and do some shopping but as she left the office the urge just seemed irresistible. She was so glad that she did, for as she looked around the shops she seemed to have no. She saw women surrounded by cocks. And she saw my favorite pictures of gloryholes, including ones that featured only big cocks. “You are one naughty boy? This is the stuff you were jerking off to all the time?” I admitted it. “This is completely different than what I expected. I mean, you really like looking at pictures of these big cocks. How come they are sticking through holes in the walls?” I replied, “They are sticking through gloryholes.” “What’s that?” “Gloryholes are holes in walls.