My thumb and pointing finger form a circle around his cock and bump against his ridge on the upstroke. He is breathing heavier and humming softly. I p...lay with his erect nips and pull on them with my fingertips he says "jeez, my nips are as hard as my cock!"I chuckle and he does too, between gasps.I look at his cockhead poking up from my hand and bend down and lick the tip of his cock and all around his glans. His cock is now lubed and as I stroke him, we hear the "snick, snick" as my fist pumps. The house is always a buzz of activity from early in the morning until quite late at night. It’s not the most soundproof place. Matthew, who you’ll meet, often awakens in the night and makes a lot of noise. Moreover, the people staying with us have all of their possessions in our spare rooms. This is their home; they’re not just visiting for two or three days.”Myron harrumphed, and put the suitcases back into the trunk of the car. He mumbled, “All right, let’s just see who these other people. In particular, Tandra liked this wonderful sea shell-flower sculpture at the Sand Piper, though it was a bit pricey. She seemed to be having a great time as we explored the island and I was glad. After we polished off some Gai Tom Kah and Red Curry Chicken at the Bangkok Inn, we returned to the house."Be right back," she said, then disappeared into her room."What are you up to now?" I asked.There was a pause and her door opened a little way, barely revealing the fact that she wasn't wearing. Shewrote to the businessman as her mother's friend had told her to and itturned out that Mr. Arnold's business was close by her house, just ashort walk along a pathway through the field to get to it. He ran arecycling company, his business had started with scrap metal as othersin that industry , but he had diversified into paper, rags, clothingand any other recyclable products he felt was worthwhile. His businesswas prospering, yet local gossip had it that he was also involved inother.