You are such a celebrity whore, you know. Just because she replied to that tweet of yours about liking broccoli, you think she’s your best friend fo...ever.” “Look, can’t we find somewhere to shelter,” I grumbled, trying to change the subject. “Or at least let me squeeze up under your brolly. Just look at me.” “I am, you really shouldn’t have worn that t-shirt, especially without a bra.” “Oh for fuck’s sake,” I said, looking down at my chest. My tight white t-shirt had gone totally see-through. And when he tasted the semen,Peter suddenly felt the greatest rush he'd ever felt in his life. Hewanted to do this again, all day, every day, for the rest of his life!After an hour of this, Peter heard a knock at the door. His new bodywasn't exactly made for mobility, and he couldn't think of any type ofclothing his new body could even remotely fit inside. Slowly, almostpainfully, Peter managed to get up off the floor and to his front door.He was feeling so eager to make with whoever answered. My next two hits left red stripes across her lower abdomen, ending about a half-inch above her clit, and she pulled her legs up in defence, trying to cover her mound. This once again brought her ass into prominence, so I added to the spreading red shade of its skin. I took a few steps back, and started swinging the quirt back and forth, dragging the tips across the flesh of her back, covering it from her shoulder blades down to the cleft of her rear. None of the individual hits would hurt all. It amazed me that some anonymous person wanted to suck my cock. Every time I stuck my dick through the hole, I got a first class blow job, and each time, the mouth sucked me right to the end, and swallowed my cum. Then, they would leave quickly, and that was that. No one ever presented their cock for me to suck, and I never asked for one either. That was the extent of my gay experiences. I was getting into the movie, and my cock was itching for attention. I stripped off my shirt and shorts, and.