Steve stood up and moved around his desk to Keith, he reached out and placed his hands on Keith’s shoulders, then he ran them down to play over the ...airy chest and felt the nipples stiffen “I love the hair on your chest, it feels so silky and your nipples have got so hard”.Keith just smiled as Steve’s hands wandered lower to caress his stiffening dick and cup his heavy balls; Steve started to slide the foreskin back and forth, increasing speed as he felt Keith’s dick grow to its full 9 ½ inches. She'll snap out of it one day.He fantasized about her now as his dick grew harder and longer. The pre-children/one-car days when he'd pick her up from the school where she taught, and once home they'd never make it to the bedroom. Clothes torn from each other inside the front door of their apartment, they'd spend the night exhausted and slick on the hardwood floor. They screwed behind the desk in her classroom and on the beach at sunset. They blindfolded and tied each other to their bed,. He quietly watched her agitated movements but left off any more questioning. She did have a lot to think about right now and Tracey could leave any questions until the morning. Very peacefully he helped her gather her stuff together then stacked and rinsed all the dishes before popping them in the dishwasher.Tracey Manning was then the last one to exit the back door as Vanessa got into her own car and the rest of them got into Tracey’s car. Vanessa needed to go separately so she could meet up. Did they look through the trash cans and fantasize about what had gone on the night before? Did they scan the sheets for wet spots? Did they examine the wash cloths and towels for evidence of sex play in the bathroom?I know I would if I had the chance! Each time I'm alone in a hotel or motel, I try to leave a little present for the maid and then, driving home, imagine her finding it and sneaking into the bathroom to masturbate.Usually, it's an ounce or so of cum, straight from my most recent.