." I said.I ran a brush through my hair, and put a tiny dab of lipgloss on my sweetplush lips. "Wow! I am really stunning."Now believe me when I say, ... was no stud muffin before, my overweightbalding looks never got a second glance. This however was like slippingbehind the wheel of a Ferrari. A finely crafted and tuned machine built toturn heads and make hearts race. I gave the girl a playful wink and smiledat her. "Knock 'em dead gorgeous."I stepped out of Ryan's washroom, and he stood to. I felt a familiar tingling and hollered that I was going to cum, to which Hazel responded by sliding her fingers in my pussy along with her long pointy tongue. My back arched and I had a powerful orgasm squirting a little stream of cum onto Hazel’s chin. Her head popped up in surprise, but she kept fingering me and I had a second spurt that dribbled out like a little water fountain. I laid there panting, when Hazel hopped around, straddling me from a 69 position. She planted her hairy pussy on. The orange liquid dribbling down from the entrance, the whole scene was unbelievable. Surprisingly there was no sound from the audience. I looked up and they were all in awe, most touching their breast, jaws dropped and silent. I took out a gold stud, removed the ball end cap, and slowly pushed the applicator out with it, allowing it to take its place. When the end pushed through, I screwed on the ball end cap and swabbed the entrance wounds with alcohol to clean off the antiseptic. Normally. Mitchell likes to unfasten his pants too, and I enjoyed looking at his genitals, which looked to be just a little less impressive than Clark’s.My obsession with watching the men got so intense that I wanted to be more comfortable there. One night after dinner, when John was out of town and my son was in his room, I took one of our old, folding camping chairs to my hiding place and concealed it under some bushes so I could use it each day.John told me one time that there was a kind of unspoken.