We went to the back massage room, and as we entered the room, Ivan and I pushed the massage table up against the wall, and then took the mattress off ...the bed and placed it on the floor. It was obvious that we were not all going to fit on the bed. I turned around to see Marcia kissing Joy and slipping the robe from Joy’s shoulders. Ivan dropped his towel and lay back on the bed, I marveled at the fact he already had a huge hard on. Marcia, still kissing joy, walked Joy over to stand spread. "Mm~ Mm~ Not bad." She said, leaning forward, her warm breath touching the tip of the cock as she leaned forward towards it, which seemed to spurs something within the man as she cock twitched at the sensation. "Oh my, don't you dare get that riled up just from that, we've still got more to do." She said, giving the tip of the cock a long, slow lick. From the very base of her tongue to the tip of it, letting the tip rest on the shaft, flicking up and down across the slit, spreading the precum. I haven’t been able to jerk off since I got home. It’s weird, you know, with your parents a few rooms away. I never used to think about it, but now, I just can’t.” “Well, there’s no one around now, so let me see it,” he said with a smirk. I took my hands away, my hard dick stuck out from me and a little to the left. He turned away and started walking so I followed behind him, this time a little behind. When we got to the barn and touched it I was fully prepared to turn and run back to the bail. We got on a next bus to Teheran, had a long wait at the border with a rare clear view on Mount Ararat.We got as sad as all other passengers, students mostly, who feared their fate of becoming canon-food.We saw photos of martyrs above front-doors of almost every house in Kurdistan, died in the Iraqi war.We couldn't follow the old hippie trail through Afghanistan, in war with Russia, we went by Pakistan.We took the train in Quetta, we were lucky that the border near Lahore was only closed for two.