His short black hair was starting to gray. He had small, almond shaped eyes and full lips. His desk was cluttered with several long note pads which we...re filled with illegible writing. I sat opposite him and focused on the fan in the corner of room. I clutched my small moccasin bag containing a small bottle of patchouli oil and a few coins. We were at odds from the beginning and the tension between us was growing. “I’m going to ask you again, Miss, what is your name?” he asked as he adjusted. ”Dave said, “Well, maybe a little later ... depending on...”JR said in a soft and very feminine tone, “Why don’t you join us right now. If you want, I can disappear, but I think I’d ... like to know you intimately, too. I think that’s allowed at these functions. Am I right, Dave?” Her question was not rhetorical, and Dave instantly recognized that it reflected JR’s lack of knowledge about this steamier side of the Circle and in this case their swinging friends.Dave smiled, “It’s not only. In all the commotion he didn’t notice that his cock had become hard. After finishing his post-shower routine, Cam emerged from the bathroom, towel firmly secure around his waist. Before entering his bedroom he did a quick survey of the cottage. It didn’t seem like anyone else was there - no cars in the driveway, no one out back, no one on the deck. Emily must’ve found an excuse for staying back, he concluded, perhaps she pretended to be sick.With no sign of anyone else, or Emily, he strode. ‘Are you gettin’ my signal, kid? I ain’t gonna say it twice!’ There was a thin wisp of smoke oozing out of the muzzle and being whisked away in the breeze, but it caught their attention and they began to move. The fourth fellow, the one called Jerry, looked like he suddenly had the idea to run. ‘Hey, Jerry, are you a runner?’ The question caught him off guard. ‘Can you break eleven seconds in the hundred?’ He looked rather proud and strong there for a moment… figuring he could break eleven.