Melissa glanced over at Alexandra who was smiling innocently. None of the other people around the table seemed to notice anything was wrong. Part from... Dawn. Melissa suspected Dawn knew something was going on; she was looking at Alexandra in a funny way.When Alexandra scratched her nails over the fabric in Melissa's jeans she pulled her leg away and tried to stare her down. What the hell? she thought, what's going on here?"Gotta go," Dawn said and stood. "I'll see you guys tomorrow?" she said to. We separated and he yanked his shorts down and pulled his jockstrap to the side. OMG, I thought. I love how men look when wearing a jockstrap. I bent over and took his full length in my mouth. He let out a soft sigh and proceeded to give me instruction on how he liked oral performed on him. I wondered if he had worked out earlier. His balls and cock tasted salty and there was a masculine muskiness behind his nut sack. Not funk, just an intoxicating aroma of manliness. As I sucked his. He realized then that he couldn’t fit his underwear under the shorts and still move, if he was working, so he simply pulled the shorts on alone. They were simple shorts, with no internal 'net' to catch any stray elements, if he happened to get aroused. As he left the room he fought the temptation to glance again up at the photograph. He lost. He glanced, and in his shorts, he felt a short rush of blood. He descended the stairs and discovered that Dorothy was already in the garden. She was. "Why didn't you take it? Eighty is totally out of the reach, isn't it?" Two reasons," Lauren said, as she also pulled her dance pants down."What are they?" Candy said, holding her jeans in her hands."First," Lauren said. "What if he makes it?" Well," Candy said. "Let's hope he's good."Lauren laughed, and slapped Candy in the arm. She then put on her jeans."Second one?" Candy said after her laugh."Okay," Lauren said, sitting on the bench to put her socks and shoes on. "You go out the door, a guy.