I didn't have to wait long, the cubicle's then got occupied either side, through the peep holes in the door, I could see at least 2 other guys at the ...rinals.Then I saw fingers appearing at the hole to my left, I looked through the hole on my right and saw a delicious mature guy (My Favourite) stroking his lovely fat cock, he said "Lovely" when he looked through, he gestured that he wanted to play with my cock, so I put it through the hole, it was lovely when he stroked it and then placed his. Ok what do you want I don’t know why you don’t go up there and surprise me pick something off the menu. I hoped in the car and was off in a hurry. I called on the way in defiance to Jen’s recommendation it just was silly to do what she purposed I collected the food and was on my way home I pulled up back at the house. And made my way in when I opened the door I heard my wife moaning. I crept up to the bedroom and slid the door open just enough to peak in. Jen was in the bed using her black. Sorrel felt like her entire inner self was being examined, exposed, studied. Marion answered, ‘Sure let’s go downstairs.’ Sure enough when they got downstairs they found Fletcher, wearing his customary Tee-shirt and jeans, standing guard at the coffee pot. Marion skipped across the room and wrapped her arms around her father, causing him to spill his coffee. It dribbled down on his shirt. She leaned up and planted a big smooch on his cheek, ‘How’s it going buster?’ Fletcher answered, ‘Great!. Occasionally, I would overhear a couple of guys who had hooked up, making out the sounds as they masturbated the other, or the sucking and slurping sounds as one lucky guy was being pleased orally. And then there was the unmistakable sound of two guys fucking, the slap of flesh against buttocks, uncontrolled sighs and moans, their passion overriding their need for discretion! That would quite often be enough to send me over the edge and I would deposit a creamy load either on the wall or the.