Rosemary said no you guys should enjoy your game. I will be here for the rest of the day, my hubby isn't back from work until around 7ish so there is ...o rush.We then turned and walked out of the room. The boys all stood there holding their cocks as they watched us walk out to the pool area. We both made sure our bums wiggled and bounced around under our clothes giving them a good show.Once out there Rosemary bent at the waist and lowered her bottoms making sure the boys if they were looking. An opportunity for more than casual contact presents itself. What would happen in a case like that? What would a man do if he had an opportunity to spend an evening alone with a girl he’s obsessed with? I happen to have had just such a fantasy girl. I frequently stop at the video rental store where she works to pick up tapes. I don’t really want them, I just wants to see her. Not to long ago, when my wife was away and I was feeling lonely, I thought seeing her would make me feel a little. Luckily, I live on the top floor of my condo so I could go outside naked as the day I was born and enjoy a little breeze without the fear of anyone peeking at me. My balcony looks out over the parking lot of a major home furnishing store, you know, the one from Sweden, Switzerland, wherever the hell it’s from so there isn’t a building around that could spy on me. I made a pitcher of Sangria before my ice cubes turned to water and I was just chilling outside, in quiet reflection. There’s. All I could do was watch his reflection milk his cock until he squeezed and emptied the last of his seed onto the kitchen floor.It was half-hot and half-shame to watch his reflection. I was leaning a little more to the shame part at the moment.He moved first and set a chair next to me in the moonlight.“Can I have those?” He pointed towards the panties. I nodded and handed them over. He used them to clean himself.“They were my wife’s and they are special to me. I use them to remember her.”I.