Sean noted it took him long since he was trying to match the skin tone of the girls in the magazine with his fantasy woman. He gave me an air kiss and...walked out without taking his change. I felt dirty but at the same time hot. As I stood there behind the register, I wanted to spread my fingers down my panties and feel the warmth building into my clit but I realized that dad had installed cameras inside the store and I would have to wait until late at night to fully experience an orgasm. And it. I was ready to go again; watching Hanna so enthusiastically go down on Sophie without her knowledge had been incredibly arousing—as was knowing the fact that if I hadn’t stopped her, Hanna would have continued her unceasing assault upon the young girl. I was in great need of some relief, but before I could tell Hanna what I wanted, she break our kiss herself and whispered hoarsely in my ear.“I want to kiss her. I need it. Please?”“What?” I whispered back, slightly incredulously. Sophie was. Ethan looked down and gave a short giggle. Boston cupped his chin. Their eyes met. Ethan bit his lip and gave an innocent look. ‘I must admit your missus has done a lot for me, she found me the job at the bar…and she found you,’ said Ethan, as he shifted his position, to embrace Boston, making his leotard swish and strain. ‘Oh my darling!’ he gasped. They kissed very deeply and passionately. Ethan’s hands reached and stroked Boston’s broad glossy back. For about twenty minutes no other sound. ’ He added, as the door closed, ‘have fun.’ I looked down at my trousers. Despite the cold weather, I had on lightweight pants, because my winter coat was long, and the hotel was just across the street. But now I had a ‘tent’ in my pants, and no matter how I tried to arrange things, it poked out. Back when I was a functioning guy, I never was small. I once measured my cock, from the pubic bone along to the tip, when I was erect and really excited, and I measured out at 8½’. Now, I probably had.