"Those are pretty dresses, aren't they Sam?" asked Judy. I suspectedthat she had seen me staring at them.They were, very much so, however I was a bit ...roubled in thinking that.Had I now gone full circle? Had I reached the point where I was not onlyenvious of bathing suits and leotards, but now of dresses too? What wasmost worrying was that before I had ever stepped into that bathing suitback at the beach, I had absolutely no interest in girls' clothes, yethere I now was, staring at a dress,. I was led over to a mattress still in a near comatose state and as one man laid down on his back, another guided me onto his cock and as he held me in place. the next man got behind me and licking my asshole and spitting on it, he then inserted his cock deep into me. "Fuck that whore" I heard a voice cry out as both men pumped away at my cunt and asshole at once. After a few minutes I was beginning to get my senses back and soon felt both cocks pounding away at me in unison. Just then the last. The noise is deafening. Cheers, laughter, whistles and shouts of encouragement to Susan as she slowly and methodically walks away from them. They have had a full frontal view, and are now feasting on the back view, shapely and carefree. Her attendant obediently follows her with her clothes, obviously more embarrassed than she.Susan arrives at the revolving glass doors that separate the front foyer from the main part of the club. Three young men are entering on one side, one after the other.. Both of them must be in late 40s. I could see him and other men giving me dirty looks because during jogs my mammy and bums jiggle a lot, staring at my mamey or at my choot. I could see long snake in this short. One weekend, I was again wearing tight sleeveless white top without bra and tight blue gym short. The day was really beautiful, it was sunny, I had my hair tied in as pony tail, wore sun glasses and was listening to ipod while running in the park. This particular weekend half side of.