"Come on, Italian girl, undress and get on your hands and knees up on the bed. Please do it nice and slowly."I undressed slowly and felt a little asha...ed again. He watched my shirt come off, gazing at my bra. I slid down my skirt and his eyes fixed on my panties. I unhooked my bra and then pushed my panties down to the floor and stepped out of them. I crawled up on the bed and looked back at him. He stood behind me and pulled out his cock. He pressed it against my ass. It felt big, already wet. I caught is his eye and gave him a look that said, “don’t resist this, I have something for you.” He looked unsure, but just turned and geared down for bed.Now my heart was racing. He was going to be right there in bed with me. Would he permit my advances? I found reasons to be the last to bed and checked on his friend saying good night. He barely responded. Excellent. Then I slipped into bed naked. My buddy was already dozing off; I had to move fast although that is not really what the. We kissed for a few minutes, until her stop came up. "This is me. Get in touch if you ever want to do anything. Here, take this." She scribbled her socials onto a paper and handed it to me. I watched her walk down the bus aisle and longed to see what was under that hoodie. I would definitely be getting in contact with her soon.I rode the next couple of stops in silence, pondering the rules, or lack thereof, that governed wild magic. My stop came right at the entrance to dad's main car lot. He. And just like Bill that morning, all confirmed that he was amale through and through. Eventually, when he got home, he tried to peeas he normally did. He would have tried this at work but would have felttoo awkward standing there with nothing to pull out. At home, there wasno social anxiety and released the flow. He was rewarded with this actionby wetting his pants."Shit!" he cried out closing his legs trying to stop the flow but beingunfamiliar with his body, he kept going. In a frantic.