It´s a lady, walking in.
John´s uncle runs to welcome her. John himself hides behind some costumes, watching, what happens. Hmmm. She really looks very attractive. She smiles alluring, and John can even smell her feminine flavour. John feels his hardon sliding through the costumes, leaving a wet trace of slimy precum. Watching her, he must knead his hairy balls. Her breasts look so firm and John is aware of the huge nipples, pressing through the textile. Hmmm. If he only could touch those taut juicy breasts. John strokes his huge cock quicker now, feels it growing even harder and thicker and his balls boiling and bursting. He feels the passion overwhelming him: satyr-passions.
His eyes, full of lust and desires, fixed on that lady. He breathes heavier, moans and has to brace himself, not to explode right here into the costumes. Now his uncle hands a satyr-costume to her and shows her the changing room...