Alone, or in pairs, or in a gathering made no difference, testosterone was the master that dictated the need. I found my quiet place, the relatively u...used two stall toilet, beneath the stairs, at the end of the Gymnasium block. The dripping tap water and auto flush of the urinals kept the small room clean and odour free and the toilet seat in the second stall was shiny and perfect to lay back, with trousers at knee and shirt unbuttoned, for a quiet round of enjoyable self abuse.With eyes. I was busy fucking Jaq with a big ten inch black dildo when the fun really started. I lost count of the amount of guys firing jets of cum over my horny wife, it was everywhere. As one guy left he would be replaced by another, Jaq was getting really overed in cum. The mess was all over her, her pussy was covered as were her tits and she was loving it. I was doing all I could to lick as much up as I could but had to admit that I was getting full. I must have swallowed a gallon of salty cum and. .. Wendy ... Denise."They were three names I could use, so along with Tina and Jenny I had five possibilities.All I had to do was convince Chris to stand up for himself so the girls could see he wasn't a little mouse. I internally sighed. It was a big challenge.In mid May, I decided it was time to get it over with and tell my parents about the stock I bought in Chris's name. They were my parents but I still had no idea how they would react. If I was Chris's parent, it might freak me out a. Someday, I will be without them. Someday, I will need someone to help fillmy days. Not now, but someday.Beth stroked the pillow with her hand, moving it gently down, finding herhip, her thigh. The hand slipped between the pillow and her body, betweenher legs. She felt her bush, flattened, not damp, but not completely dry.Her finger found the top of her crease, opened the lips, found her pleasurebutton lying quietly within. It awakened to the pressure, grew, emerged tobe stroked.Yes, yes. It's.