As we walked I managed to creep my hands along the cleavage of the ample behinds at my disposal, gently kneading and caressing the fleshy orbs of each... Fingertips teased around the outskirts of timid ass holes to end their journey at the cloistered furry taints of each woman. Rhythmic gushes of moisture flowed freely from their merrily masked minges and soon my hands were drenched in gash goo.My advances seemed to be quite welcome with both ladies bucking their butts against my hands to offer. Not being one who worked out too hard, I never wore a jock strap, but instead was quite content to stick to my usual boxers under my gym shorts. This gave my cock more freedom and I enjoyed the feeling of it bouncing around a bit while I jogged or worked out. If it also provided an opportunity for someone else to catch a glimpse of my cock and balls, so much the better!Once out on the gym floor, I stretched out for awhile, then jogged a few easy laps around the track, lifted a few light weights. Then one night Pam was doing some laundry in the basement and i came home to see her there in a sexy pair of panties wearing a tee shirt doing the laundry, i think i was just as startled as she was at that point as we both jumped, she quickly coved herself and apologized and went upstares saying she was sorry. I got changed and went upstares and she was making dinner and i told her that eveything was fine and not to even think about what had happened and that it was myfault as well for walking. Don't be ashamed or hide any longer."He felt empowered by the words. Strong. He believed in himself. Hegathered his shopping and headed home.However, the second he was out the door, he regretted it. Nerves and fearflooding back. What the hell was he thinking?He quickly ran down the drive, up the street a few steps, and then up hisown drive. Nobody had seen him yet, but he still had to face thelocksmith."Hi-hi there," he stuttered.The locksmith, big and muscular, turned. A series of emotions.