I can’t help but feeling horny. I want a hundred huge dicks to cum in me. I want to sit on a fountain that stuffs me with the spunk of a million men... I want my stomach to burst open and watch the white foam flow away. So that after I can eat it and watch it all over agai-“Wake up, faggot!” Todd barely opened his drowsy eyes. A painful smack hit him across his head. He couldn’t make out who was there in the pitch dark. “You like being a fucking cum slut, disgusting pig? You enjoy being spread. And the new skirt..white, flared, and almost as short as a tennis skirt. He opened her knicker drawer and chose a green thong, to match the top. Not that she'd have them on for long, he smiled to himself.... Mick and Rhiann had suggested Cragside as a good day out. A two hour drive, but worth it. A Victorian mansion, full of old curios, and set amongst lovely decidious woods with waterfalls and rock formations. The perfect place, Colin thought, for a fun flashing day out! His favourite. He was really beginning to worry. If he was left here, he wouldn’t know where to get food, safe places to sleep, or how to keep from being found.Then suddenly, the bus was driving past a number of buildings of a style that he’d never seen before. The sight of the building was a relief. Buildings meant people, people meant trash, and trash meant food. Buildings also meant there would be little odd corners in which he could hide. Places where he could hide were places he could sleep.The bus. She parked her bike and newspaper bags by the breezeway door and walked into the house. She'd been coming to my house for almost two years now and knew the back door was always open. If by some chance it wasn't, she knew where the key was. It was pretty cool that she was comfortable enough to just walk in and grab a cup of coffee while I scrambled eggs."Morning, boyfriend," she said brightly. "Does the chef want a kiss?" The chef would love a kiss, girlfriend." I turned and she held her coffee.