“Do you see any cars in here, Bob?” he asked, flinging the doors of the office’s cupboard open. “No, Richard.” “You damn fucking right! ...here do we keep the fucking cars, Bob? Where?” “Out front.” “Halle-fucking-lujah, Bob! That’s right. We keep ‘em out front.” Richard’s voice dropped from the volume of a near-by nuclear explosion to that of a mouse's fart. “So where do you think you, a car mechanic, should be?” “Out front.” Richard didn’t say another word. He didn’t move. Bob moved: he. He smiled at me. I left his dick and turned my face away from him. I suddenly felt an electric current pass through my whole body. My brother was moving his hand on my hips and my thighs and squeezing them. I liked it. I move my hand behind me and started feeling his thighs as well. He moves his hands to my waist and hugged me tight from behind. Then, he started tickling my belly-button. I liked it. I then felt his hot breath on my neck as he kissed me there. He kissed, licked and nibbled my. He looked into the hole and our eyes met. I didn't know what to make of it until a third guy entered that center stall and shut the door. He took out his penis but didn't pee, just stood there stroking it. The guy at the other stall stuck a finger through the hole and the guy next to me turned and pushed his prick through, I knew he would be getting a blowjob. I returned outside, my wife asked if anyone was in there because she had to go too and the women's was closed for the winter. The guy. When she opened the door she moaned. 'Shit Jim I forgot the cooler. Give the keys and run back and get it."Megan and Jason went straight to the pool, while Jim sat with Karen and Derrick on the patio. Karen could tell that Jim felt a little awkward sitting there, and motioned to Derrick to go out by the pool. She waited a moment to let Derrick get on the pool deck before turning to Jim. "Jim, I guess Kathy talked to you, and I don't know about you, but I am sort of looking forward to it. I am a.