You just tell us the whole story and just relax,’ Beverly said. The old man finished his drink, and I poured a third Scotch. I was pouring doubles, ...and Baltimore did not mind. After a while, the old man started to loosen up a bit. ‘Why do you want to know about those old days anyhow?’ Baltimore asked. Beverly interjected, ‘Nick and I are thinking about writing a book about old hotels. During our research, we found this old hotel, and this is why we have come here. ‘ Baltimore looked at Beverly. I said, "I think it would improve the mood a bit if all the girls here went topless. Why don't you all take your shirts and bras off?"Without a word, they complied. At this age, there were girls in all stages of development. Several didn't wear a bra yet, but there were a couple whose tits were quite impressively large. One of the girls was wearing a dress, without a separate top to remove. She took the dress off, folded it neatly, and sat there in her underwear reading her textbook.I looked. ‘You like?’, she asked as she pulled up the bottom of the apron and rubbed her fingers on her clit. She had time to give out a little giggle before I grabbed her and push her against one of the racks. The back room is a small space with a copious amounts of napkins, cups and must have been designed for sex. I kissed her deeply as she grabbed for my pants, she undoes one button and with her weight pulls them down with her. She started kissing my dick, starting from the tip then down the sides. So I sat there quietly, enjoying the warm glow in my tummy, and smiling while Greg drove us slowly home. At least I'd managed to have gay sex, sort of, I thought, and that had been really good.Once back home I went straight for the kitchen looking for something to drink, while Greg did his best to disappear into our room unnoticed. Not just because of the big wet spot on his pants, but also because we'd basically snuck out and didn't want anyone to see us returning together. Mark and David.