'As you go in', he said as he described the interior, 'the walls are full of Porn DVD's, and a few racks of women's lacy revealing underwear, in black... red, and white, a small changing room comprising of a framework with curtains, at shoulder height, so any people standing around would see you changing from the shoulders up, then his voice dropped, 'I was in there a while back and a guy brought his wife or girlfriend in and she stripped off, throwing her brassiere and panties over the rail so. The sensation of both men's semen running out of my bum and the overpowering smell of bodies and spunk which filled the car. I only had to think about any of it and I could feel my penis hardening and I just wanted to wank myself for release.Going back to Alan's place again, almost three months after he had first helped me to masturbate, we continued to enjoy each other. Sometimes he liked to just sit back and stroke himself while he watched me pleasuring myself either on the sofa or laying. He opened the door, looking slightly disheveled with messed up hair and a wrinkly grey t-shirt. I smiled as I reached out to pat down his hair. “Just woke up from a nap?” I teased as I let myself in. He tensed a little as I fixed his hair, but he didn’t pull away. Good sign. We went into his room and sat down at his desk. “So, I think we should start doing research tonight,” Dan said, getting right down to business. I let him talk for a little longer about the project, while admiring his sexy. He wanted her to take off her black shoes. She put a hand on his shoulder to balance herself and it was cold as well. He lifted the skirt and just stared with a grin.“Beautiful,” he said. But when he added, “Sexy,” she caught a glimpse of his fangs.She shuddered.“Don’t be afraid, sweetness,” he said. His cold hands were on her ass as he pulled her towards him. He lifted the skirt over his head and rested his face between her legs. She was afraid he’d bite. She was afraid blood would come.