It was straight as an arrow. I could tell by then that he was maturing because he had be growing a little more pubes every time I saw him. He then pro...eeded to rub my balls. I hadn't shaved in a while so there was some hair down there. I really wouldn't call it a forest, but the was some hair. He was gently rubbing each ball in between his hands and occasionally squeezing my Entire sack. A couple times he looked up to see if I was enjoying my self, and my god I was. A drop of precum ha. In the years since Sarah, who was the more reluctant to involve others, has never really stopped surprising me.For the first couple of years we confined out activity to holidays and other time away from home and the guys who joined us were generally young hotel staff, keen to please a couple of middle aged tourists, and I was always the organiser, for want of a better term, of these liaisons. One day we were at home and Sarah went through one of her, “do you still think I am sexy?” moments,. The bartender, never taking his eyes off my tits that were nearly spilling from the top of my blouse, took my order and brought me my drink. I was about to pay when from behind me I heard the deep rumble of a mans voice."This ones on me for the very enticing lady here" he said as he shoved a few notes towards the bartender.I turned to look at him and gave a very naughty smile when I saw it was the man that had been staring for the past few minutes."Why thank you" I said, making sure he noticed. He is the power behind the throne these days. He’s the one in league with the Baron.”“Ebenezeer? Ebenezeer? Yes! I do remember him. Greasy bald little man. Gave me the creeps. Odious little shit.”“Yes, that’s him to tee. Dangerous, though; clever, too.”“Right, that settles it. We’ve been telling people we’re husband and wife. By this time tomorrow it must be the truth. First thing in the morning Bishop, you must marry us. Once it is legal it will remove a lot of the reasons for them to come.