Positively

From that point on, the conversation became moot to John. He paid attention just enough to respond to Cormac's questions and comments, but he wasn't listening. His focus was on one thing and one thing only: Cleopatra. He casually lowered his hands to his lap and began to massage her leg. She was looking at her husband, but a slight smirk at the corners of her lips told him that he was doing something right. Her leg was silky smooth. Hairless and clean and fairly muscular. It was clear that her swimming days weren't completely over. In the midst of a back-and-forth with Cormac (that he barely remembered the subject of), he inched forward in his seat, just long enough for Cleo to be able to feel his bulge, and the growth of his cock against his trousers. A stolen glance and a sneaky wink while Cormac wasn't looking told John that she approved.

Time seemed to fly by as John held Cleo's calf, and she massaged his cock through his pants. Before he knew it, it was dark outside, and Cormac offered to show him to his quarters. This was a bit of a problem. John was still at full-mast and Cormac would definitely notice a bulge like that at some point in their walk to the dorm.