I'm..." he started with an apology."No.. Finish wanking Mark, you are ateenager now but you're acting like a little c***d. You took my knickers to sni...f while wanking off. Right? Now you don't say a word and you finish right now...Mark."He had never seen her like this, but then again he had never been in this situation before. His young cock was now throbbing hard in his hand. He slowly began jerking off again, still looking down at the floor."Smell them. Go on...smell them darling. You like. They have kids to keep them busy,” I said. “Much of the time our plans are just spur of the moment.”There was an awkward silence for a few beats before Sandy continued. “Rob, let me ask you a question. Do you have plans this Saturday night?”“Not yet,” I replied.“Listen. I’m going down to the beach condo this weekend. I’m going down Friday night to check on the place and I’m staying to attend a condo association meeting on Monday night. Why don’t you drive down on Saturday afternoon, I’ll take. Here there were no such barriers, mental or physical, and letting someone know how you felt about them was as simple and as uninhibited as trapping them in an unsolicited hug.Runt leaned down, lying his head on Schaffer’s lap and purring as he scratched him behind the ear. The vibrations got him hard, and Runt noticed, dropping quietly off the couch to kneel in front of him, his furry hands rubbing Schaffer’s thighs expectantly. Schaffer found him hard to refuse, lying back and relaxing as he. Paul had gotten acquainted with her friend Joyce, and the two of them seemed to be destined for possible later activates other than dancing. I sat at the bar, and as will happen sometimes, I ended up catching the attention of an older, drunken women that seemed rather desperate. A "bar fly". I was not interested in her advances, and I was not interested in rejecting her persistent advances, so since it was getting late anyway, I decided to escape when I had a chance. I told Paul I was heading.