I was behind on my laundry & had to slip on some old stretchy work out pants that had seen better days & a loose fitting sweatshirt with no bra. I was...doing my stretch phase bending from the waist, as far forward as I could go & still touch the floor. I noticed two guys behind me, stop their stretching and focus on my butt as the material tightened as I leaned forward. I than sat on the floor, legs spread wide and reached forward to touch my toes. My head lowered & I could see the distinct. She wanted to do it. To experience another man, for her. For her own pleasure. She wanted to be fucked senseless, screaming in passion, and if I wanted, I could watch. And the change in her priority made all the difference to me. As she described her need, her desire, I pulled out my cock and jerked off, stroking my shaft as she described another man penetrating her, pounding her, cumming inside her, cumming on his cock. And I exploded, nearly collapsing from the power of her words and images.. But at the same, she knew it had to contain clothes better thanwhat she was wearing just then. So she walked over to the closet againand opened it. Inside was a veritable treasure trove of gowns anddresses, expensive shoes and sexy undergarments. It felt strange to enjoythe sight of them so much, but it also felt natural, like she had beendoing so all her life. He was kind of confused by this. And why had shebeen disappointed with this selection before? Because these were, like,some really cute. As Jen walked home ,once again she was asking herself, what the fuck just happened, why is this happening to me, is it all coincidence, did she piss off some God somewhere, She just wanted to get home, suddenly from behind she heard someone, " hey Lady" she turned to see someone on a bike, she didn't recognise them, He pulled up beside her " hey don't you remember me" " no sorry I don't" " I saw you in the park a few days ago, with my friend" it dawned on her who it was " Oh yes , sorry about.