Not directly mind you, but in a non-invasive way.I was sitting down to watch a ballgame, when she brought me out a beer, and her one as well, and she ...at down on the couch next to me and we drank and watched. Five innings went by, and we never talked, save for when she asked if I wanted another. I said sure, and she got up and went into the kitchen to grab another round. I watched as she walked. Her fine, round ass moving sensuously as her hips swayed as she walked. I felt my pecker start to. At the end of the evening, when we had shared the cooking, we had agreed to look around Winchester together on Saturday and decide what to do after Saturday night. I had been enjoying talking to Donna about Bronwyn and Gwen. She didn’t offer advice but was a sympathetic listener. I had heard her concerns about her boyfriend and possible fiancé Greg. They had become boyfriend and girlfriend because their families expected them to, but Donna was not convinced they had made the right decision. Her. My name's Gary." Alan."Not knowing how else one was supposed to act, I got up and shook his hand. Looking back I guess it might have looked ridiculous, a naked man with a raging hardon shaking hands with a biker in the middle of a sex shop. He shook my hand and then pulled me to him, kissing me gentley on the mouth. His beard was scratchy, but his kiss was every bit as gentle as a womans first nervous kiss. After a moment my lips parted and his tongue found mine.Then his hand found my cock. His khaki-colored jams are in a heap at his stockinged feet. His white bikini briefs are clenched in one of his fists, and he lifts them to his face to inhale their scent. He looks right at me and licks his lips. I'm interested enough to walk in and join him, but the stall door is locked when I pull on it. OK ... Blondie is just doing the exhibition thing, and that's cool. I turn my attention back to Earl. To my surprise, Earl is now standing straight up and facing me when I look over his.