I could see my refection in the glass. Oh my gosh, my butt was so big. I stared at the reflection for a few minutes thinking if anyone else could see ...he big butt. My best friend Philip laughed and told me that I look nice, even with my long blond hair.We had maths afterwards. I hate Math’s. I really do. In the middle of the class, I could feel that I was getting wet. I could feel a tear coming to my eye. I tried to wipe it away and control myself from crying. I didn’t want Philip or anyone in. As per Pete’s instructions, I had not showered and my torn knickers were failing miserably to stem the thin trickle that continued to run down my inner thigh. Just how much semen could one man produce?It was still pouring with rain when Pete saw me come to the door of the block. He got out of the car and came to meet me with the umbrella. That’s when the problem started; I just couldn’t open the door with the ‘release’ button.I knew how to do it and had done it many times but right then, it. He was a regular and we talked alot in the store. I didn’t particularly care for him, but I liked his money and always enjoyed when he brought Michelle with him. It’s not that she was so hot or anything, but she was pretty cute and she had a couple things going for her. The first thing was her height. I’m not into short girls or anything, but she was maybe 5’3″ and I have to tell you, double d’s look fucking huge on a girl that short! Maybe they were just d’s and not double, but on her they. Hands wandered around to his old and saggy buttocks, caressing his cheeks and stroking his lower back. Whist my mouth was working his cock, I moved my hands to the inner parts of his pale, hairless thighs, working them around in tiny circles. His breathing became heavier, and his moans more vocal. We had never had this amount of freedom to express our desire whilst trying to conceal our deeds in the toilets.I removed his swollen cock from my mouth, and wanked that big lump of meat. Hard and.