It was a very cold night. Soon I climbed down she started walking to the door. She washed her face on the washbasin and just stood there by the door. ...I followed her without knowing what to do.The door was open and the wind blew on both of us. It was really cold. The t-shirt she was wearing raised up a little exposing her navel. I couldn’t help myself but peep at her milky skin. She didn’t mind me watching. I took some courage in me and got close to her and rested my hands on her navel. She. We stood up and Tray stood between us, his arms round our shoulders and we headed down the street and across to a posh hotel. As we entered the foyer, I suddenly thought, ‘We’re actually doing this. We’re getting a room with Tray Houston!’ In the elevator, there was a tense atmosphere, with JJ and I snuggled together and Tray looking at us. It was like no one was sure who should make the first move or whether an elevator was the correct place to kick things off. Once in the room, however, it. We had been joking the entire night, by kinda reaching towards each others crotch, I think we were both testing the other. Finally, he was on the computer, and I reached over and massaged his shoulders, messin like usual. I then began to move further down, until my hand was massaging his cock, he did not push me away. So we moved to the futon right next to us, and just kinda massaged each others dicks through our clothes. He then realized his parents are still home so we went upstairs to his. This girl suddenly got, I don't know, scared maybe, and got dressed and disappeared in a flash!" he laughed."And the second time?" This was the second time. The first time we just came down to our under-wears." Oh poor thing," Chris mocked him and consoled him with a light kiss."Have you seen any since then?" Sara laughed."You bet!" he grinned back."You, Max. Have you got your fill of tits?" Chris asked me."Well I'm an ass man myself," I almost giggled. It was true however. My wife wasn't big.