I wondered just who'd be up and about this early on a Sunday (apart from me) and so I went to investigate, rather than pretend we weren't in as we oft...n did if we spotted the Jehovah's Witnesses in the street.Opening the door I was faced with a rather plain woman about 40ish, shoulder length brown hair in some sort of unflattering suit and sensible shoes."Hello, you must be John?" she enquired."Er yes," I replied."Good morning, I'm Sue Brashwell." Yes?" I replied, feeling a little bemused and a. Martin was wearing a 'Dream Angles' bra in a soft pastel. It wasone of the crowd favorites. His shirt and jacket had disappearedwith the crowd. His pants were torn in several places. At leastno one had gotten Martin's wallet.The sales girl returned with a bag from Express. Martin reallydidn't hear as the manager expressed her sorrow for hishumiliation. He didn't respond as she presented him wit areplacement outfit. He understood something about a better fitas the soft smooth ivory blouse was. Our sweat levels gradually increase. Eye contact becomes more regular and there is even the odd touch of flesh as we pass each other in some of the tight spaces. You notice my bulging biceps and quads that are now drenched in sweat. My cock is throbbing slightly at the thought of taking you. I can see damp patches on your tits and arse and I long to take you. You bite your lip as I bench press the weights lying back on the bench. You imagine straddling me, sliding down my erect pole and fucking. He sat back down and shoving the waistband of his briefs down he continued massaging his soft cock, encouraging it to an erection. They weren’t teenagers whose dicks were hard in seconds. He looked over and saw that Max’s cock, which he figured was a little bigger than his, was half hard. That seemed to make his cock get harder. He also noticed Max was also no longer watching the fucking going on the TV. He was concentrating on Steve’s cock. When Steve’s cock was erect Max, still not saying a.