I was intrigued. I started going into the booths with the windows more often to watch guys jacking off. I tended to look for older men for whatever re...son. I guess I just felt more secure in that. I wasn't out to be gay, I was out to watch cock. After a few weeks I finally started taking my pants off at times for others to see me in pantyhose or thigh highs. It was so hot. I could go there, I couldn't really be touched, faces were fairly hidden and it was fun. A few guys had tried to get me to. “Megan talks about you all the time.” “Good things I hope.” I replied back shaking his hand. As I shook his hand another buzz shocked my body. I gripped Sam’s hand tightly as I twitched. “You ok?” he asked. “Oh yeah, just a chill I guess.” I said feeling a little embarrassed. Megan reached over and grabbed Sam’s arm and instructed him to follow her for more introductions. As she walked away she leaned over and quietly said, “He’s the one.” I couldn’t help but be just as excited as she was. I. It was purely sexual and they had a real rapport, but it had never developed beyond fuck buddies. Every now and then they would still hook up, particularly if Tamara had had a row with her boyfriend Carl. They were a volatile couple and Tamara liked to take out her frustrations by screwing other guys when they rowed. They had a pretty open relationship and she knew Carl also played the field, but they adored each other underneath it all.Now seeing how she and Isabella got on, his mind. ." she stammers, "are you inthere?"I must have opened the cubical door because the next thing I know she isin there with me, her arms around me. I sob as she shushes me, "OhEmma," she is crying as well, "I am so sorry. Can you ever forgive me?"The afternoon goes by in a blur. I don't follow much of what is said, myemotions are too loud and cancel out what is being said. I do understandthat Steve is protesting that I am not truly Mark and therefore can'tinherit/transfer ownership of my half of.