The other guy was standing there watching with his cock out and wanking – I must admit I did exactly the same – I was amazed I could get a hard on...again after coming twice already – but if you're turned on enough anything can happen.He stepped forward, put his hands under he shoulders and lifted Tilly up and guided her to the nearest playroom, I took Jane's hand (that was her name - by the way he was called Rob – I really should have introduced their names to you earlier) and we followed on. I. No woman is an exhibitionist until she's been trained because it's an acquired condition that takes time, patience and effort to attain to. She'll be terrified at first, but you'll coax her and take her from her shell. She'll worry about the soldiers and how long they'll be away and where they've gone and when they'll return. She'll fret and beg you to take her somewhere private to do it, and when you say no, she'll worry about her body: whether her tits are too small or too large or the wrong. He had to get the gallons of baby oil at a medical wholesale warehouse. The Twister was in the closet. All was hidden in the dungeon. Pete also ordered and picked up a birthday cake with both names. There were forty-two candles. Chocolate cake, strawberry preserves between the layers and chocolate icing. He concealed the cake in his room.Pete hid the cake just as Allison received the food. At least she was wearing jeans and a work shirt. She and Pete put the volumes of munchies and snacks in. “He won’t mind. It’ll be fun. Remember how we talked about something like this?”The kissing resumed. I was laying on my back, perhaps a foot from the couple, and could just make out the shape of Michael’s body over Alex in my peripheral vision. More sounds: hands against skin, fabric being pushed aside, mouths moving, a sigh. Michael moved down the bed, seemingly between Alex’s thighs, and she took in a sharp breath. Wet sounds as he worked, Alex’s voice getting louder. I rolled onto my side.