We broke our kiss and I said, "I really have to pee, wait right here." I patted the sink counter; I went into the stall and sat down to pee. As I sat ...here, I felt cum dropping out of me into the bowel. The tiny splashes as the globs hit. I wiped myself and found it also full of cum, flushing I moved out of the stall. I did not have one man waiting for me; I had all six of them from the table. My eyes lit up with excitement, I move to the counter, scooted my ass up on the edge and said, "Come. Trust me it was a sweet boat but being with your parents sure cramps your style.As we are mooring who should be walking past but Wade the guy of my dreams. To this day I still remember the image the afternoon sea breeze was abating but his tousled blond lightly streaked brown hair was moving to the breeze. In his bright yellow windcheater, white tea shirt, with skin tight faded jeans he looked a sight to behold. Here was the man I had always lusted after standing at the front of my parent’s. "Are you sure about this?" Jess asked his sister not caring that she could see the seven inch rise in his boxers. "Yes, are you?" She smiled back at him. It was her turn as she spun the bottle and it pointed to Summer. "I dare you to reach down into Jess's boxers and jerk him off." "Shit Tess," Jess said nervous about having a level of sex in front of her. "How about we go into another room?" "Getting afraid Jess?" She teased. "Chicken?" He glared at her and leaned back on his elbows. Although. The first few weeks without David were very hard as I was always used to having someone to cuddle up to and make passionate love with. I got by the best I could, looking after Scott and playing tennis and golf with him. I know he missed his father at the time as well, as they really had a solid father-son relationship. Two months into his stay in Afghanistan left me both frustrated and horny. I had to resort to masturbation in order to relieve my tensions, but missed the feel of a hard cock.