I decided to make my move and find out if Ronald could be gay. I reached out my hand and slowly put it on against the crouch of his jeans. He did...'t say or do anything. So I then patted his crouch a little firmer so that I could feeel his dick in his underwear through his jeans. He squirmed just a little bit but he didn't say anything and seemed to be curious about what I was doing to him. I then squeesed my fingers around his dick in his jeans and rubbed it back and forth for. "I was touching myself when I saw you," she confessed to the teen. Kathy raised her leg, her cunt barely concealed from Martha's eager eyes."So be fair... touch me now," Kathy said panting with lust."I want to... more than anything," Martha confessed breathlessly."But?" Just another block and we'll have my home all to ourselves, baby, all right?" She pleaded."I guess," Kathy replied but her hand crept over Martha's thigh and dug into the crevice between Martha's legs."Ahaa!" Martha moaned and. She asked, "Is that a real Van Gogh?"I told her it was, and then spent the next forty minutes giving her the guided tour of my art collection. She was very impressed and happy to see it. When we finished, she asked, "I thought that you were a photographer, where are your pictures?"I replied, "I need to go check on the bird. Sophie, can you show Melinda the photography? You know where it is."I could see her turn red and her knees go weak. She quietly said, "Yes."I saw her take Melinda's hand and. I was at the library (I have a long commute to work and listen to books on CD while driving) and this gentleman looking through the CDs was making eye contact and we spoke a little. Man, if that had been a woman I would have been sure I was being sized up. Was this happening to me know? After I checked out I went to my car and instead of driving away I just sat there and sure enough this guy cam out of the library, looked around until he spotted me sitting in my car, and then he wandered.