However, there was more to come that night...I left my mate's house and went to catch my bus home. Before I got there, I was stopped by a guy wearing ...n RAF uniform. He asked me to stand next to him while he wanked in his trousers. He didn’t want anyone to see him, so I was to be his lookout.Being fairly innocent, I didn’t see that this was a problem. So, he was pulling on his cock while talking to me about nothing in particular. He never asked me my age or anything about my sexual experience,. You pull back, and I look at you and pout a little - why have you pulled away - why have you stopped this kiss? You are looking me over and I can tell you are pleased. "Well, I think we can be assured that we both know how to kiss - very well..." you say in that oh so sexy voice that always made me wet the minute I heard it on the phone. We both laugh probably because we are still slightly nervous but mostly because we are so excited about what is about to happen... I start to pull you back. Eventually, they could walk no more, and ended up back in the motel room.Cindy flicked on the TV, and sighed as an NBC program came on the screen.Perhaps, by habit, when the men lay down to watch TV, on separate beds, their daughters lay down with them, snuggling up into armpits, with their father's arm around them. There was nothing sexual about this. They were just watching TV with their fathers, and it was nice, even if it was still hot enough to make them sweat a little. Dave wished he'd. Jane was satisfied that I had taken care of our house guest and said she’d see me just after midnight; I said, “I’ll be there, your night going alright?”“Yeah,” her simple reply, “it’s busy, so the time is going by pretty quick. See ya in a few hours, don’t be late.”I chuckled almost silently as I always did at her reminder of the one time about ten years earlier of being late for her time to get off work. Some things are forever held over one’s head. “I’ll be there; on time Jane, you know I.