I was traveling across country with my wife, granddaughter, and two of her teenaged friends. It was late in the evening, and everyone was asleep except one girl in the rear seat of the van. She was reading a book with a book light. I could see her in my rearview mirror. For some reason, I got excited, slid my shorts up, and masturbated myself to an orgasm. I messed all over the door and dash and my leg. I had to clean up the mess at the next gas stop. No one ever knew what I did. It was an enormous turn on. Pheromones do work. -Gabriel, 65