She heard it again this time she thought she could hear a soft fleshy smacking sound. She tiptoed through the gravel. A bamboo grove thick as ever hid... a little pathway which she began to follow as she rounded what she assumed was the ending of the bamboo was a clearing with a large oak. As she looked around she saw what the commotion was. Up against the large oak at the base was the man with nothing but his shoes on. She saw his pile of clothes next to him. Sitting in an Indian style position. We also did some surveillance on him. Even when he didn't realize that anyone was watching him, he stopped and spoke to anyone who approached him. He's the real deal. The guy was a pro football player, who ended up going to Afghanistan. One of the guys he went to college with was over there and when he heard about it, he signed up too. He ended up getting the shit shot out of him and getting a medal or two for some of the things he did over there. He doesn't like to talk about it. When you ask. A while later, another person came in and took a seat directly in front of me. The gentleman seated near me moved to the seat next to me; this is when the knee bumping starts. It wasn’t long before the gentleman seated in front of us was flogging his meat stick and turning around to look back at us occasionally to see if there was any action. I grabbed the cock of the gentleman next to me, gave it a squeeze and a stroke or two to show I was interested. I pulled down my pants exposing my. Curious, I open the email, and its show a picture of me laying on the bed with my legs spread open. It’s more like I just finish masturbated! Shock, and confused, I reply back to Chuck and ask, ‘How did you get that picture?’ Chuck respond, ‘ I snap you while you were into your devotion. Let me tell you? You made my dick very hard.’ I wasn’t afraid or show no fear, I was more curious where is Chuck were coming from? Is he nearby? Or, peeping at me from an open window? All crazy thoughts came to.