In a matter of time, you find yourselves knocking on the front door to Evan's house. It takes about 30 seconds for him to answer the door, but when he... does you can already smell the stench of pot from his clothes."Hey guys why dont ya come in, my dad'll be here in a few hours but we got just enough time smoke for awhile"You toss your jackets on the couch as you make your way into his bedroom.It's a chill place. Nice, if you're fine with writing on the walls, along with posters and a mattress on. Let’s do it,” he nodded sharply. “So – we need a plan.”“I was thinking fellatio for you and cunnilingus for me,” Bobbi replied.“Yep, that can be in the plan. But I was thinking more along the lines of finding the prostitute and arranging a visit.””They’re called escorts, and they’re all over the web. I’ve been doing some research,” Bobbi added. David grinned and raised an eyebrow. “Some of them are rather attractive,” she continued jauntily. “In fact, some of them are absolutely. Like the baldheaded Mr. Clean in the commercials. He was even wearing white slacks and tight white t-shirt. Maurice asked, “Do you want the towel or not?” “No,” I replied. “We’re two guys and we have the same equipment.” With a sigh, I laid face down on the table and Maurice started to rube lotion on my back and legs. As he rubbed the inside of my thighs he got close to my cock. And as he continued to rub he got closer and closer until he just barely touched it. I felt kind of weird but. Time and time again when I masturbated my mind would go back to doing it outside on that hot sunny afternoon. I'd remember the warmth of the sun on my skin, the roughness of the rock against my back, the sound of birds in the trees around me as I tugged my swimsuit aside and played, and in no time my pussy would feel hot and wet under my fingers as I rode the wave of pleasure to climax. In my calmer moments I'd thought a lot about how it could've ended in crushing embarrassment or worse if.