Her moans were soon muffled and I looked up and sawthat her mouth was now full of the cock of the man behind us. I was soturned on, I sat back to enjo... the show. One of the men in front of us thenmoved to our row. He kneeled at her feet and pulled her panties to theside and pressed his face into her bald pussy. There was no going backnow. her hips were bucking as she worked the thick cock behindher. The man who she had been jerking got up and started jerking his owncock faster, aiming at her. ."One of the store's clerks came over. She was a bit older than Mom."May I help you?" I was just admiring this skirt. It is beautifully made." Yes, it is. I know how you feel. I wish I could see my children in pretty things, but I have all boys. I don't think your son would want to wear this."The clerk looked at me. She smiled, then her expression changed."Would you enjoy wearing girls clothes? Your hair and face are so pretty for a boy. I can tell that you care a lot about how you. Which I assumed he was in. I went ahead and walked over, pushing the door open slowly and there he was. Just like he said, butt naked, facing down on his bead, ass up. My cock was hard instantly as I started to undress. Stripping everything I had on off within a minute or two as I walked over. Looking at his big beautiful ass in the dark, I ran my hands all over it as he let out moans. I slid my finger up against his tight ass hole as it made him jump. Feeling it already all nice and wet for. I stayed my killing hand. I turned my thoughts to homosexual images of buff, bulging men muscles, glittering in tan, surreal Apollo rooms, while I shut myself in my college dormroom. That night, that first night, I let it all loose. I tendered my small member to the image of a Blonde god, a 14 pack man in a gym, the first release of heroin-like ecstasy in the wee hours of the night, looking strangely at my crotch, observing glistening streams of semen falling in rivulets down my leg. Many girls.