I had trouble relating to women. Betty was easy becauseshe was a business partner, and because she /was/ so formidable that Iwould have been far too i...timidated to even attempt anything with her.All women intimidated me to a degree, but Betty topped the list, atleast where romance was concerned. Thus it never became an issue in ourpartnership. "I know how that feels," Betty said in a slightly more husky voice. I caught a note of longing in her tone and decided to use it toshift the focus. Occasionally I’d get him to do some chores and when he was done I’d give him a hand job. He’d last about all of two minutes, not what I’d call a stud.These guys in the gym on the other hand were quite the studs. You could make out a nice package in their shorts. Well, one day the guys asked me and my girlfriend if we’d help them out with a competition they were entering. We’d be able to go backstage for the prep and see all the action. We could help them get ready.. Believe me, if I could be with you, I would. But it just isn’t right, not to mention illegal and an excuse for your mother to murder me. If you can’t control yourself better, I’m going to have to insist that you are not allowed to walk around here without panties on. To protect myself, I may have to tell your mother what you’ve been doing.”“I’m sorry, Dad. I’m just saying you can if you want. I’ll never tell anyone.” That was, of course a lie. I’ll tell Mel, Julie and Jim everything that. Once in the stall I was impaled by cock as I was sat down facing away from my mystery fucker. I couldn’t see Hope anymore , but I could hear the sound of feminine groaning and flesh slapping from the stalls on either side of me. I placed my feet on either side of the boys legs and started happily bouncing up and down on his cockA couple boys moved to the front of the stall and I could see them trying to feed me their cocks but I couldn’t bend over enough to get close enough to suck them and the.