None seemed to acknowledge what had just happened outside, yet at the same time, all of them did. I felt confused and embarrassed, but at the same tim..., incredibly excited. I was sexually aroused. When I got to our room, I feigned needing the bathroom so that I could have some privacy, and then did something I have not done since I was in my teens. I pulled my leggings and panties off, sat on the toilet, and played with myself. Since having children, I have usually been too dry and found. Basically, you put off orgasm for a few times, letting it build up. Kind of like pumping a water gun. The more you pump it, the more you can squirt. I swear, if that kid light up more, the room would have gotten brighter. “Oooohhhhh!!!” He said, “Gotcha!” then started pumping furiously on his dick. I just kept going at a normal pace, trying not to laugh at his adorable face, completely focusing on his manhood, biting his lip in complete concentration. “Youre goin down broski!” He giggled. “Ive. ‘How long will you be here?’ He asked. ‘Just a couple of days.’ ‘Can I see you?’ ‘What do you mean, see me?’ He smiled. ‘Well I haven’t spoken to you in two years, I assume you must have some news to tell. Can we meet and talk about our lives?’ He was so simple, so genuine. No other man she knew would actually say what he meant. All of the men she knew had perfected the act of cool indifference, they all had the ability to shrug and mutter something appropriately chic, something that left. His knees had small pools of piss round them -- a couple of times I used these to wet my fingers to stop the lube drying out. I got close to cumming again. I pushed on the butt-plug till it popped out of my ass then I started cumming. I leaned forward over his back -- now I could feel my legs were very tired. I asked him if he'd cum -- he said not yet.I got him to sit cross-legged facing the mirror then I sat behind with my legs either side of him. We were both sitting in small pools of piss --.