Occasionally Julie would change to a fine comb andcarefully comb the back of my hair down from my crown. Then she turnedher attention to my freshly cu...t fringe, brushing it down and under. I washorrified at what she was doing, and as I looked at Aunt Joan I couldtell she was really enjoying watching me squirm.Finally she switched off the drier, again combed my fringe and thenturned the comb on is side and used it to pat the fringe higher and intoa straighter line across the middle of my. I put on the apron and rubber gloves, and started the washing. He wasstanding right behind me, his arms on the sink on either side of me, tostop me from falling. He was laughing and I was giggling. I felt sohappy at his attention, and liked the way his body pushed me up againstthe sink. As I washed up, he was telling me jokes, and I was laughingextravagantly. And then it happened.I was suddenly aware that my willy, pushed up against the hard sink,was stiff and aching, as it had been the. She thought about the proposal, and thought about how great she felt right now. Every inch of her tingled and felt alive. She’d give anything to get this feeling again, even just once, if not regularly as Bruce was offering. Then she thought of her friends Laurel and Sarah, and felt herself getting wet again at the thought of sharing Bruce with them, and getting to partake in their sexy bodies as well. She’d had fantasies of sex with them before, but never knew how to try to broach the subject.. I felt the orgasm that I’d been trying to hold off become totally unbearably urgent. I couldn’t stop myself from frantically pushing my slacks down and reaching inside my shorts. There was already lots of slippery pre-cum that I spread over my cock with my hand and my unavoidable, almost violent burst of orgasm shot spurt after spurt of hot cum from my engorged cock. I would have preferred, about a thousand times more, to have that orgasm with my cock buried inside my wife… or even Kayla’s.