. how I would love to kneel in front of her and touch those silk-clad knees and gently open them, parting her legs, opening them, spreading them wide ...-- and stick my head up her skirt and just BREATHE. That would be enough! Just to smell it, breathing it down deep into my lungs, my BALLS... The terrible shame of it is that as I know now, I was getting plenty of chances to do that and a great deal more but I was too young and inexperienced to know. Ah, the waste, the waste! Then came the. Marked continued hiding behind the older man, but noticed that all the men in the room were leering at him. Oh God. Then one man came over and boldly grabbed Mark's crotch and started massaging it. Mark grew alarmed."If you start something, are you prepared to finish?" the older man asked this intrepid stranger.The stranger looked at the older man, and just smiled.What does that all mean, Mark wondered?The man continued pawing, and Mark couldn't hide his burgeoning hard-on. Why didn't I wear. I looked at them and saw that they were looking back and giggling, I have never felt so embarrassed! I quickly put my dick back into my pants and as i was zipping myself up again, the two girls came over and asked me what I was doing. I said ‘nothing’, but they knew exactly what had been going on, they had seen everything. One of the girls sat down next to me and started to rub me outside of my pants, the other sat on the seat to my right and opened her legs for me to see. Soon my cock was out. If Babe Ruth wrote a book on baseball would that mean that every pitcher could then strike him out?" You're scary sometimes with the things you come up with. What you just said is actually a little more than what I was thinking. I didn't know that others had dissected the game that much. I thought that I was one of a few that didn't think that it was all luck." You're scary yourself. Sometimes I find it difficult to read people at the tables, so it all comes down to math for me, and there are.