Hard, gentle...long strokes, short strokes. She knows and loves every detail of my boney hardness...every bump, every ridge, every shape, contour and ...pulsing vein. Her tender fingers lovingly trace the surface of my raging tool.For a brief instant, Erin hand releases me. I look down as she quickly drags her hand up her belly and chest collecting in her palm a slick mixture of sweat and fragrant sun oil. My prick throbs and jerks violently up and down, as if searching for the hand it loves. The. And then he locked it. He walked over and sprawled on his bed, still just in his towel. He was as close to an Adonis lying there as I'd ever seen. His towel had opened a bit and I could see the head of his dick beginning to peek out. The rest of his package was a significant bulge under his towel. He made no effort to hide it, as though he didn't notice. I was getting antsy.I took off my towel and dried a few remaining wet spots on my back. Shane was lying there staring at me. I stopped. She walked quickly, leading me into a large auditorium which was mostly full.We entered at the top, in the back row of the seating which was set out like an amphitheatre. She sat me down near the front on the right hand side, with a load of other guys, then came over and handed me a piece of paper with a large number five written on it.She went to sit on a chair at the back of the stage along with a couple of other girls. They huddled into conversation for a few minutes then she walked up to. ” he said. “Well,” said Cindy. “We can’t have you uncomfortable.”Cindy felt guilty. She had clearly over fed these veterans. It was up to her to set things right. She got on to her knees between the two veterans. “How about you?” she asked the other one. “Did you have too much as well?”"Oh, yes,” he said. He quickly pulled out his cock. It didn’t look as hard as the other one but Cindy didn’t want to take any chances. “It could be the air pressure again, too,” she thought. “And that could be.