We chatted for a bit. Joe was working as a teller for one of the two banks in town. I told him what I had been doing. For not having seen each other i...n four years, we seemed to catch up pretty fast."Hey, Danny! What was it really like over there, I mean in that place in Asia somewhere?"Like he would understand. Hell, I'm not sure I did. "Hey, Joe! It was great. I got to see the jungle and everything. But it was mostly just bullshit, you know how it is."Joe nodded, wisely, like he'd been there. He keeps masturbating for me. He looks pretty damn hot. He smiles and nods for me to go over and join him, which I do. He takes my hand and places it around his penis. It blows me away. It feels hard, but the skin is oh so soft. I slowly begin to slide my hand up and down moving his foreskin. I close my eyes and for that moment lose myself in wanking him. My fingers slide down my shirt down into my panties. My fingers slide down over my shaven pussy. I reach in feeling my wetness. Wow it feels. We also shopped and lunched together often. We were real buddies and shared very personal feelings, so it was helpful to discuss with her the problems between Rick and I. Charlotte was always on my side and gave me lots of advice. Charlotte’s husband had a friend named Cliff. I would see him often when I was visiting Charlotte . He was Charlotte’s neighbor and worked with her husband, Richard. Cliff and Richard were usually working on some project or watching a game on TV, doing all that male. Still had that nice S shape that, again, liked to draw some attention whether wanted or not. Countless hours in the gym doing squats and exorcising had made my booty something that could be recruited for a lewd rap video. And standing at 5'4", it looked quite large on my small frame.Putting on some comfy clothes, a pair of sweatpants and an oversized shirt from an ex, I headed out the door of my dorm room and over to the front desk to get my mail, "Hi Stephen, anything for me today?" I smiled.