I could feel the warmth spread across my crotch. I squeezed my muscles to see if I could get more sensation. This was better, but still not enough to ...et me to climax. Being so high but yet so far was almost unbearable. I remembered how good walking with the vibe in felt. I was so swollen down there I could hardly walk normal. I began fantasizing about that changing room with him in it. The thought of him pushing inside to make me feel full, combined with the power and movement of the vibe, was. I take it in greedily swirling my tongue along the under ridge of his head, my favorite part of his beautiful cock. His grip on my head becomes tighter as he slowly started pumping his cock in my mouth. I barely catch a breath when he shoves it in roughly straining to push past the barrier of my throat clenching. Groaning he tells me to relax my throat. Easier said than done I think to myself as he pushes into my throat once again. I grab the sides of the bench trying not cough, struggling to. The anticipation wasoverwhelming, and I could not wait any longer."Helen, what happened last night? Why were you out so late with him?" I know, I felt so bad when I saw how late it got but we were having somuch fun, I lost track of the time," she said softly."Fun? I thought he was a jerk and you were going to tell him off and comehome," I asked reminding her of our plan."I thought so too but he was so polite and kind when he picked me up lastnight. I tried to tell him, and he listened and. What the fuck was he going to do?He was dying for a blowjob--but they thought he was a girl! They were coming to suck a cunt--and he didn't have one to be sucked! What would they say when they saw his prick?He jerked his dress down, hiding his big cock, which was still hard and hot and horny. He had terrible visions of girls screaming in shock and the long arm of the law descending upon his prick--as evidence--and the mortification of his public trial and humiliation.He held his dress firmly.