So we sat down and shared I bottle of wine and chatted for a while before she brought up the subject of last week. I found myself telling her exactly ...how I felt at the time and on my way home and then finally what I did when I got home lol. She seemed a very ‘interested’ in what I was telling and I told her about my first experience when I was 17 as well. I remember her standing up then and asking if she could kiss me again and of course I said yes. OMG it was like the very first time I had. The last time I had seen her I was about 14 and reliant on my parents to drive there to see Grandma. Grandma was obviously older than I last saw and a little chubbier and her hair was grey as well, but she had a rather smooth skin still and she dressed younger than her 75 years. She wore slacks and a floral blouse and prescription sunglasses. I asked if I could take some photos, she said are you sure the camera can stand it? I think it will be ok I replied, she quipped with I don t think I will. Eugenie Danglars; I cannot in conscience, therefore, let you run down the speeches of a man who will one day say to me, 'Vicomte, you know I give my daughter two millions.'" Ah, this marriage will never take place," said Beauchamp. "The king has made him a baron, and can make him a peer, but he cannot make him a gentleman, and the Count of Morcerf is too aristocratic to consent, for the paltry sum of two million francs, to a mesalliance. The Viscount of Morcerf can only wed a marchioness." But. I think of leaving, I am about to turn and go when I realise I have this enormous hard-on of my own. Looking at this guy in the shower next to me playing with himself has given me an erection, and I honestly think, what the hell, so I start to masturbate too. And he must see me because he turns, and turns the water off, so I do the same, so we face each other from separate stalls, maybe ten or so feet away from each other, naked, wet, and masturbate in front of each other, neither of us say.