We talked for what seemed like hours, and I drank what seemed like a gallon of that warm, spicy punch. The drink combined with the mellow Christmas mu...ic on the stereo made me drowsy, and I uttered an inadvertant yawn now and then. On seeing one too many yawns, Jill asked if I'd like to rest my head in her lap. I thought that was a marvelous idea, so I stretched out on the couch and rested my head on her red skirt clad lap, my face toward the fire. We continued to talk, but the sight of her. No need to mention that she had met Walker twice before and was due out on a date with him tonight.“Oh boy! You’ve got to watch this!” the film guy turned to the editor at the controls, “play it again from the beginning, Harry, we all want to see this again.”She rolled her eyes, expecting this to be a quick clip of slapstick or a ridiculously embarrassing outtake. She had known most of these men and boys for seven or eight years. They were good lads but they tended to act like big kids some .... Flirty. At first, sometimes a bit sexy. Then things started to get more serious. We started getting together outside of that site, using instant messengers, email, and secure video chat services.One day when we were video chatting, Zee asked me if I ever thought about her while masturbating. That took me by surprise. Up until then, we'd never seen each other naked. I could only imagine the curvy wonders of her body. And, believe me, I tried.I told her that I'd jerked off to thoughts of her and. I didn’t think my almost sheer sports bra that did nothing to hide my well-defined nipples or my white lace thong would be appropriate for nocturnal use on the lobby sofa. It was what I preferred to sleep in except for those times I slipped under the sheets totally “au natural”. The ride up in the elevator to the fifth floor was sheer torture.I had no idea what to say to Mister Peter Murphy and I could tell he was completely out of synch with the situation. I sensed he was a very private.