He closed his eyes and let his head fall back onto the pillow as he showed his pleasure using his deep voice. My cock was visibly hard now. It was po...king out of my boxers. He stroked my cock and smiled as he stopped me and made me sit down. "Let me take care of you," he whispered, "You're my guest." I did as he said, and he spread my legs a little more. He slid in and took my cock into his mouth. I couldn't concentrate on anything. I could feel his warm tongue running down my shaft and then. ‘So you play hockey?’ Jane asked as she leaned close to him, a friendly smile on her pretty face. Mark nodded. ‘Yup. At least I did, until two days ago.’ ‘Oh, please,’ Lena spoke up from his other side. ‘You’re only injured. You make it sound as though you’ve been forced into retirement.’ ‘Yeah, can I get a Jamieson and Coke, please?’ Hilary asked as the bartender stopped in front of them. Her sharp voice drew Mark’s and the other two women’s attention. ‘Sure,’ the bartender replied. ‘And for. ” She opens the stall door! And hands it to me. I see, that she is wearing her white silk robe, unusual for this time of day, but not unheard of on a Sunday afternoon. Still . . . I begin to dry myself. “Would you like me to do that? Give me the towel.” I step out dripping on the rug, This is more like it! She uses it on my head, but then steps back to survey my form. “Mmm . . you've lost a bit of stiffness, I'll help buck it up.”Mom uses the terrycloth to rub me on my genitals, but. Frank watched in awe as her tiny buttocks flexed with her movements and the feminine shape of her pussy was framed by her tight, muscular legs. Crowing the display was her tiny anus, winking at him and his hardening cock.“Anything that looks like it has soap in it and is liquid will do Leslie,” said Frank, briefly touching his cock. As she stood back up she handed him the spray and tilted her head slightly as she wondered if his cock was longer than before. They smiled at each other, accurately.