I could see he was sitting somewhat uncomfortable. "Make yourself at home", I said. "It's your home after all. If something is calling for attention, ...let it out."He looked really amazed: "Sure? Gee, thanks!"And he opened his trousers, pulled out his manlihood with a couple of fingers. He sure was turned on, real bad. Or good :-)His cock stood firm, pointing straight up from his crotch as he sat there. About regular size, I'd say. Uncut. He gripped it immidiately, starting to wank it slowly up. I told her to back to the bedroom and i would find something to put on,"just wear your boxers"she said,when i told her i never wore any she said"oh thats o.k.,i didn't think you did because i could see up your shorts the other day when you were sitting on your workbench and thought i could see your bits"i then told her she shouldn't be looking at things like that to which she told me she was old enough and had to get her thrills anyway possible."if you're embarrassed put something on but i. It paid very well. However, it kept me away from home for weeks at a time. Though a few trips were by air, most of my travel was in my personal car. I had been on the road nearly two weeks when I met Sue. Shortly after dark on a Saturday evening, I stopped for the night in central Illinois. As usual, I stayed at a motel that was part of a well-known, nation-wide chain. After getting settled into my room, I decided to go to the motel’s restaurant for dinner. As I ate my dinner, I could hear. .. I hesitated as I did the math...5-foot-7?! I thought from looking in the mirror earlier that I'd lost afew inches, but I was hoping that I was wrong. I wasn't. I couldn't be5-foot-7, could I? I think that's actually tall for a girl, but it mademe feel like a midget. I hadn't been less than six feet since I was 14years old, and now I wouldn't hit that mark even in three-inch heels -which I saw plenty of in my closet.Staring at my license and lamenting my shortness wasn't helping, so Istarted.