Of course, you must be asking, what griffonage on earth brought on this little episode that I seem to need to write about my affliction. Well, it was ...the giggle that I had to expel while reading a tidbit about words that are constantly swooshing around us but oft times we don’t have hint of a clue what the actual “Dictionary” word is that started these thoughts and triggered the remembery. In part I blame Starbucks or perhaps more to the point, one of the many zarfs I encounter in my pretense. Not the one who her husband was screwing, but another one. She said to me "Will you do my sister", well what can you say? I said "Ok Come in".Her sister was 23, single, 5'2" and around 20 stone. Short and dumpy. Not attractive like herself. I said "Are you staying" she replied "No", "Pity" I said. With that she left leaving her sister with me. "Come in" as she did we went into the kitchen, she smiled and said "Here", "No no upstairs" I replied.As we went upstairs she said "I not done it. I’ll never be a girl like her. She leans close to me on the table and keeps saying random thoughts to me in an effort to snap me out of my mood. “You and I should make a video about living down here.” She looks at me with that calm demeanor that she carries into any room, no matter who’s in it. “Or we could write something together. I bet you’re an excellent writer.” I think that’s what she said. The alcohol is starting to get to me, and I need to lie down somewhere quiet. “I’m too paranoid and. I walked to the changing room, took my clothes from my locker and entered a cubicle.So, there I was, drying myself, but my mind was still on the girl. As I rubbed the soft towel against my cock, I started to grow hard. Thoughts of that beautiful ass and amazing pussy filled my mind. I turned around and I heard a sudden gasp from the cubicle next to mine. I looked down and saw that there was a hole, about half an inch wide in the wall. "What the...." I thought; Was there somebody in there.