I needed a piss but also had an aching hard-on that I think most males get. Mature sex I was getting tired, so I said the customary lines of text and signed out. To avoid pissing on the cistern I actually had a wank first, while standing over the toilet. I quietly pulled them down a little bit, just for breathing space for my cock. It was agony, as my new underwear weren’t designed to accommodate an erect penis and balls. Why not, I had nothing else planned; “sure” I said. Nobody ever found out; therefore, why should I have been blamed. When I was about to make my excuses and head up with Matt to his room, I briefly glanced at a small pile of cleaned clothes on the sofa, including a few pairs of her knickers. Bit spoilt, I always thought.
