I'd actually succeeded in lighting the damn thing by the time they returned, but the light from the flames was nothing like the light in my eyes when ... saw them.They were dressed absolutely identically in white tee shirts, white ankle socks and both denim mini skirts had been rolled up at least twice to display two tantalisingly white vees between four long, sexy thighs as they came down the flight of stairs from the flat."You're drooling Tommy" mum laughed as they stood in front of me, an arm. They seemed to be on constant alert but never seemed to be going out on search missions that he could see.But the over the last week as they drew closer to the capital they saw a slight change. The people there, while still serious, the later the hour seemed to grow a little warmer and in one tavern started to sing a few songs the locals knew.It never got out of hand, and everyone gave the feelings of close family and friends gathering, but it was a different change from the edges of the. I figured if I stayed quiet long enough, he'd leave. The footsteps started getting closer. "Girl, I heard you. What you doin' in here, huh?" the guy inquired.I kept my mouth closed. I looked down and saw my cum all over my thighs and fingers. God, I was a mess. The guy started hitting open stalls, saying hello. Finally, he got to my stall and we made eye contact through the crack of the stall.There I was, naked from the waist down, cornered in some stall, in some trashy bathroom, in an even. The uncircumcised penis looks so much more primitive and since sex is fundamentally primal, this appealed to me. But we all evolve and I came to see that this, in some small way, made Tom resemble my bulls. I always go for large, black uncircumcised penises when I chose a bull. This wasn't a major concern, but the idea of cuckolding is to go with a bull that your cuckold couldn't possibly compare to or compete with. The bull provides the primal element in cuckolding. That's why, in my opinion,.