.." and used her heels to hold me in place. She lifted herself against me a couple of times and was soon coming again.After a couple of minutes of lyi...g together, she said "I want to see it." "See what?" I asked. "I felt you cum a lot" she said, "I want to see how much there is..." She had a wardrobe with a full length mirror next to her bed that we often used to use to watch ourselves fuck. We maneuvered ourselves into a position where she could better see and then said "Okay, pass me that. The pictures weren't what I expected. I thought of gay porn as leather, rubber, and hairy guys - I'd certainly seen my share of that back when I was doing the groundwork for my Pam the Plumber stories. Instead I found myself looking at a collection of photographs more focused on facial expressions, the curves and lines of taut muscles, the contact of skin on skin. In tone they reminded me of some of the lesbian porn sites I really liked. There weren't any tags on the photos; I wondered where he. I felt humiliated but I rubbed some spit on my hole and straddled him. Slowly I worked his cock into my smooth sissy hole. A few minutes later he was all the way in and was fucking me, all while telling me how good my sissy hole feels and what a slut I must be for getting fucked in a parking lot. About 10 minutes later his rock hard cock got even harder and he shoved it all the way inside me as he filled my hole with his cum. It felt beyond wonderful. A short time later I went back to the bar. Getting any kind of room was a lucky break. All the Conways could find was the last overpriced vacancy at a hole-in-the-wall motel. Since their daughter would have to sleep on a cot beside their bed, it looked to a disappointed Brad and Helen Conway as if there'd be no ass-fucking for them that night. However, all was not lost, thanks to an unexpected source... Christy knew everything, for she had only been pretending to be napping in the back seat of the car when her folks had started coming.