There was even a sort of competition ofdry humor used to denigrate the quality of all the gifts, especiallythose you traded for.So far this evening th...ere was a bottle of Vegemite (that of Men at Worksandwich fame) a terrarium that was actually left behind from theprevious year's party, and various other uninteresting items. Kenfocused in on the only item to catch his eye so far - a simple coffeemug. The mug was plain brown inscribed with the words "A year from nownone of this will matter." . I saw him look through the glory hole before unzipping his pants. He unzipped his pants and sat on the toilet. I watched through the hole as he spread his legs and stroked his cock. He stroked his cock hard and his head was throbbing. He whispered through the hole asking if I wanted it. I said yeah. He stood up and pulled up his pants. I thought he was leaving, but he knocked on my stall door so I opened it and he came in. He looked to be 25 at the most, and pulled down his pants thrusting his. “I’m going to play with myself, then give Tommy a blowjob. Want to watch? It would be so cool!”“Uh, thanks but no.”“You sure? I love to have guest photographers, and while I only do Tommy, Tommy likes it when I get it on with ladies on camera.”Jesus, she just hit on me! Then again, she was totally hot, and I would definitely do her. Still, not on a boat and not on camera. Well, okay, sure on a boat, but definitely not on camera. I shook my head and Missy smiled and waved toodles to us, then she. Without a word she handed back my wallet which she had obviously just been looking through and began to walk away. I once again grabbed hold of her arm and spun her back round. Very quickly she apologised for stealing my wallet and hoped I would not call the police. Feeling very mad, I literally dragged her into my house and sat her down in the living room. I tried to calm myself down but found this impossible. I couldn’t believe she had tried to steal my wallet. Glaring at her I noticed that.