I ducked down just to make sure no one would see me, but none of them were looking anywhere near my direction, and anyways the wind was blowing pretty...strong off the water, some waves were starting to chop, so it was a cinch they weren't going to hear me or smell me. I'm just kidding about the smell. I wouldn't have smelled any different from the beach because I'd been swimming all day, and anyways my Grammy says eleven year old boys don't really smell, which I think is true.After awhile I. You are overcome with self-consciousness; your face and your clothes still visibly coverd in a mans cum; you, an obvious man in womens clothing; your own cum starting to dribble from your crotch down you stockinged legs. You run as fast as you can in your heels to your car and drive homes quickly as you can. You lie awake all night thinking about it; trying to rationalise what happened. You convince yourself that your feeling of revulsion confirms that you are not gay. Maybe this event will. "Jason asked us to go round for drinks with him tonight" What did you say?" I said we would" Good girl" You know he'll grope me don't you?" I hope he does more than grope you" I might just let him" Will you?" I felt my prick stirring in anticipation,She laughed softly and leaned forward over the table, her heavy breasts seemed about to spill out of her daringly low cut dress,"Yes, I think I will, do you mind?" You know I don't" I smiled, "I'd love to see you with another man" What happens if he. He wanted to take a photograph of all the cocks he sucked so he could jack off when he got home. Weird, huh? But he did ask permission, so I thought, why not? So he poses me, like kinda directing how he wants the cock shot to look, like he doesn't want any hands or face showing, that kind of stuff. Well, it didn't do anything for me, but I am a Good Samaritan, so I helped him out. Plus, he also liked the feeling of forcing his big dick into your throat, which I also like, so that was good.There.