There is one stall and one urinal in the small bathroom and as I was standing there pissing he opened the door and walked in. Caught with my cock in t...he hand he looked and said "oh, you really are just pissing" and turned to leave. I said hold on what were you expecting. He said he knows there are gay guys who come in here wanting to be blown. I said do you provide those services, he said in his younger days but he didn't know what he was doing here now. So I asked him did he used to receive. We were in the shower without the water running. Shelly was amusing herself jerking me off. When she discovered the cream coating my cock, she took a fit of giggling and increased her movements making wonderful squishing sounds and priming me for another climax. I turned the shower on and a hot, pulsing stream of water splashed across our bodies, enveloping us in billows of steam, I kissed her, really for the first time and Shelly responded, her tongue gently dueling with mine. I kissed her. Still shaking, he hit "accept". As soon as her pussy appeared on his screen he got harder and bigger than he had ever been before. He watched, transfixed, as she ran her finger up and down her slit. She then took her finger and began to rub it in a circular motion near the top -this was her "clit," right?- and he could hear her begin to moan.From her end, her wet pussy began to drip when she saw just how huge his cock really was. Not only was it huge, but it had a perfect slight curve to it. They were brown, burnt sienna, and sand. They would suit the room perfectly. I didn’t bother to check for Yolanda’s expression. I was sure it wouldn’t be pleasant. I went back in, and uncovered a nice maple rocking chair, almost the same finish as the floor. ‘Here’s something for mom when she’s doing her sewing,’ I announced to the kids. It was the next thing into the truck. A goose-neck floor lamp with an adjustable neck followed, again the right thing for close work, in or out of the rocking.