I put a foot against the door as I noticed there was no lock on it earlier, “Give me a minute,” said. “Hurry up sweetie, we have to get going, L...ara is just about ready.” Pat said. Then it was stone quiet, I heard some noise in the laundry room on the other side of the steps so assumed she was hanging up my clothes that had vanished while I was in the shower. I picked up the jeans and the very first thing I noticed was the embellishments on the back pockets. Each pocket had sequins in the shape. " I thought you were kidding."It was almost four when I pulled into Potholes State Park. I pulled up in front of the office and stopped the van. "Would I kid about camping with the most beautiful girl in the state?"Tami looked stern. "Tony, you have a warped and weird sense of humor. You'd kid about anything." Too true," I admitted. "But not about this." I got out and went inside to register."Are you aware it's January?" she asked as I got back in a couple minutes later."Let's see. Christmas,. I was not touching myself and a mixture of panic and pleasure set in. Once I had finished cumming, it finally set in as to what had happened. This was the beginning of and continues to this day of a very healthy masturbation habit. To this day, visual images stimulate me especially if they require the use of my imagination. Calling Dr. Freud… OK, so this is kind of a story and a quarter. More bang for the buck! Anywhos, I grew up in Southern California near the beaches. My parents had a place. When the drinks in the small frig in the whirlpool ran out, he got out of the pool to get us more drinks and some fruit. He was a skinny older man, but his cock and balls hung an impressive length. As soon as he went through his glass doors, my wife was pulling me out of the pool so she could suck my cock. As her head bobbed up and down I imagined her suck his dick and got overly excited. I went from a nervous shrivel to an all out hard on in a matter of seconds. When she sat her soaking wet.