I want to see him so badly but I’m not sure it’s such a good idea. I’m so confused about what I want, in every aspect of my life, let alone a re...lationship. “Yes please. I’ve moved to the beaches now, so I’m close by. I can come pick them up?” I type without thinking any further. “I’ll drop them to you. Just text me the address.” He replies. I notice the absence of emojis in his texts; it’s so different to before. He’s definitely mad at me, and I’m definitely excited to see him.He’s coming at. We went up to the beach the weekend after that incident and I purposely brought my brother Danny along so he could carry the picnic baskets and the beach umbrella. He was a bit dense when it came to figuring things out but he had the most beautiful cock for a shy-type eighteen year old you ever did see. In all honesty, I would be the first to admit he was not a good kisser but I was certain it was because he was so immature and had little practice. He kind of liked to skip all that mushy stuff. ”“Even now?”“Yes,” they both say.“Uhm,” says Gula, “we managed to carry these two pots between us. But I think you will have to lift them high enough to pour over yourself.”He nods and pours one over his body. Sponges emerge from the other pot in a hand of each of his companions. “You ... don’t have to,” he suggests.“After that display of strength?” Gula giggles. “You can’t keep us away.”“Then maybe somewhere away from this?” he offers, lifting the second pot full of water. His ladies follow. Someone had entered the stall next to mine and shut and locked the door. I saw nicely shaped legs and nice thighs. I bent down ever so slightly to see a bit of his torso. Then I saw it. A beautiful, smooth cock, fully erect and my visitor’s right hand slowly manipulating it up and down. He was very hard, and he was interested. I purposely jacked more and made it look extremely sexual and sensuous. My visitor put his fingers through the hole a bit, a most definite signal for some sort of.