Clive suddenly seemed to wake up. He sat bolt upright, then stood up, grasping both his jeans and his rampant member, and dashed out of the room, and ...nto the bathroom.Alex quietly muttered, "Damn!"*****Alex gave him half an hour, then went and knocked on the bathroom door."Are you OK in there?" he asked, "Only I can't get out of this dress on my own. I need you to undo the back."The door unlocked, and Clive came out. He looked a bit flushed, but seemed to be in control of himself. Alex walked. I am writing these memoirs as I reflect on the last 24 years of my life and how it has led me to my current lifestyle; church-going PTA mom by day, slut by night. It wasn’t an overnight transition to where I am now, happily married with kids and a sex life that would make porn stars blush; but a gradual transition.For those of you who have read my earlier recollections ( Charity Starts at Home), you may remember that my path to debauchery began with the reuniting with my long lost mother and. Maggie asked me how much further and I told her about ten miles. She quickly reached down into her shorts pushing her fingers into her pussy.I told her there wasn't enough time for that and she told me not to worry, to be patient and not say a word. I looked at her quizzically, she smiled and brought her fingers up to my face and rubbed her sweet cum into my cheek. Maggie did this several times over my entire face and neck.Then she pulled up my shirt to cover the final area with her cum. When. She hoped her friends weren’t secret stag hags. The mere notion of a large hairy male forcing himself into her most private places, nauseated her. Without volition, Ethan’s body responded to all the feminine attention. His penis grew to fill Beth’s fist. He was still uncircumcised. He’d lose his foreskin promptly in a properly managed stable. Lacking enthusiasm for a messy climax, Beth dropped him and put her hands on her hips.Ethan overcame his burning humiliation with some effort. .