He would get one of those gut feelings as if something was about to happen. John explained how they were not eyes but railroad crossing lights. How Ca...rie and his unborn daughter Melissa lost their lives at that very train crossing we had stopped at today. His eyes filled with tears and he fought them back as he explained how alone and afraid he felt with out Carrie. “It hurt more because I knew, I could never hold Melissa or Carrie again in my arms,” John said to me.“I challenged God himself. My girlfriend is frustrated by the size (or lackthereof) of my pee pee. She has kept me in chastity, but our regular bulled moved away which has really left a void our lives. For a while now we've been trying to reach two of her favorite retired pornstars Frank Towers and Jay Huntington. About a month ago she apparently exchanged emails with both of them through a contact we were able to make within the business. I guess after Rachael sent them pictures, it was not hard to convince them since I. I felt the warmth of the liquid soak my ass, and roll down the crack of my butt. I was shocked but so completely in ecstasy that I couldn't say a thing.When I finally stopped screaming and caught my breath, I asked him if I had squirted. He informed me that not only did I squirt, and soaked the towel, but it shot out about f******n to eighteen inches all over his arm, hand and part of his stomach and rock hard cock. I couldn't believe it, I was a squirter! Something that I had always seen in. .then I stopped...I can't just walk out in this stuff. I wore baggy pj pants and a baggy shirt to hide it all. Put the wig in my pants and the shoes in the car. I hopped in and headed back to the theater. I walked in hoping to god that nobody looked at my feet. I bought my ticket and headed to the gay theater. When I stepped inside I was blind. There is a long hallway tactically constructed so the pervs have time to put their cocks away after they hear the door open. I put my wig on, kicked.