”Oh yes it was, I thought, and if I get to fuck Nancy Jo, I will suck your cock as much as you like, I thought.Because I did cum in my tidy whiteys,...I was able to fuck Nancy Jo much longer than I normally would. For this, I was grateful.Although in an almost coma state, I could sense Nancy Jo was enjoying the fucking from me, as she would mew and fuck back.Finally, the building orgasm gave away and I spewed a load of cum, into her pussy. Nancy Jo came at almost the same instant. My orgasm was. He is so wonderful to me and treats me like a queen, and I cannot tell him that I was your whore." Why would you have to? What happened before him is none of his business." I said confused by her convoluted logic."Why, because every time we make love I think of that night afterwards." She said as she began to cry.I took Evvy into my arms and she held on to me tightly. She still felt warm and supple the way she did all those years ago, her breasts firm against my chest."I told you that we would. Standing there, I cranked hard 3 or 4 times and it hit me. I had to hold on to the toilet paper dispensers to keep from falling, as rope after blessed rope of cum flew across the stall and streaked the back wall. When I finally finished, I had to sit down or risk passing out. After a good 5 minutes of blissful relief, I looked down. I was still hard, not as rocky solid as before but it would be unmistakable in a competitive swimsuit. I went to my locker, and looked through my suits. I. Red car tail lights, orange street lamps, white headlamps and the many colours of neon shop lights. Perhaps if I’d noticed the puddle in the gutter around a blocked drain I might have avoided it – the speeding taxi didn’t and I could only estimate the damage to my Azor la Mode designer shoes. From the unpleasant wet feel of my socks I knew the shoes were soaked. I had intended to wait outside the restaurant but drying off in a comfortable chair had become much more appealing. The wonderful.