...She looked filthy gorgeous! I'd love to have been able kiss her lovely mouth right then. I must've looked a sight though, my tongue was hung out, ...ead lolling from side to side, I could even hear myself groaning incoherently. Doors safely locked I was totally beyond caring, deranged with lust, as Gene Wilder's Willy Wonka stated 'Is it raining?, Is it snowing?, Is a hurricane a' blowing?, There's no earthly way of knowing'. Hah! I didn't know......or care!. Despite the cold draught in the. Her blonde hair seemed to glow in the doorway. She walked in slowly revealing herself to me. She was in her late thirties but she could pass for older maybe forty-three or forty-four. You could tell she’s lived life hard and fast. Even in the poor light I could see that the wrinkles have started to settle on her face. She was wearing an old pair of shorts that was once blue jeans and a white tank top with no bra. She was flaunting a pair of decent lil’ b-cups but you could see that there. We shook hands. I offered him something to drink and got him a beer. We sat and talked for about an hour as if we knew each other for years. He made me feel very comfortable. He made a joke which was funny and we both laughed and that's when he put his hand on my upper thigh. There was an awkward silence as I felt my 7.5 inches starting to swell. Marks hand was only inches from my now hardening cock. MY mind was racing. So many thing. Did he notice? Should I try to hide it? DO I run to the. .. you put the tapes, under my bed... and I never found them either?! Man, you are something else. Do you have anything else, hid in my room like that?"With a little chukle, "No baby, I do not have anything else hid like that, in your room or any other room, for that matter." So, I can watch them when I want, or do, I need to wait for you, to watch them with me?" Now that you know where they are, I guess you can watch them when ever you want, but, watch them out here or in my room, so that if I.