Bob hadn't seen Betty's car in the driveway when he arrived, so he assumed that she wasn't home. He hoped that she wasn't home, because he wasn't sure how she would react if she saw what he was going to do just then. What could it harm if he gave himself a little pleasure at no one's expense! He had happened upon the girls in the studio innocently enough....
Bob reached down and undid the buttons on his khaki pants, reached past his underwear, then hauled forth his prick, already starting to swell from the stimulus of the naked babes he'd been ogling. He gripped his semi-hard prong in his hand and, drawing back the foreskin, began to gently frig, to friction it. He brought his eye back to the opened crack of the door and then began to imagine what it would feel like to f**k the dark-haire
