’ The upstairs toilet consisted of the porcelain queen against the back wall and a small sink against the side wall. There was a medicine cabinet ab...ve the sink and Jack opened it. He took the hand lotion and squeezed a few generous dollops of it into the palm of his hand. He spread it all over his boner and grasped it. He beat off thinking about the hottie that was downstairs, right now. The image of her naked ass was seared into the backs of his eyelids, so he closed his eyes and imagined. Scott took his wives, parents and the Colonel to sit at the top table, signalling for food and drink to be served. The music and singing started up again, a new buzz of excitement evident in the hall at the arrival of the newcomers and what this might mean.The Colonel sat opposite Scott and it was clear he was starting to come out of the initial daze he had been in. His eyes were everywhere, taking in the detail of what was around him."You know, I don't think I ever fully believed. I can never. ” I heaved a sigh of mock relief and ensured that my exhalation reached his ear. I felt his shoulder twitch the moment my hot breath caressed his ear.“Then you have never brought any girl home, nor have I ever seen you with a girl.”“Ma right now my career is of prime importance and so are my studies. I don’t find girls of my age group that interesting. They are not mature enough.”“So, do you like older women?” I made an expression of amazement.“Not that way,” he felt a bit embarrassed, “I mean. No one said a word. Within seconds, the second guy began touching his body; running his hands down his hairy chest – across his taut nipples. Next he began to caress his cock and balls. Granted, most of us touch ourselves routinely – mostly because it feels great, right? I thought nothing of it. But when I looked again, this guy was doing more than touching. He was actually stroking his cock; not just tugging, or scratching or adjusting – he was stroking his dick. Stroking it hard! His manhood.