I'm going to go make sure he's okay. *I go wait for you outside the bathroom, wondering what's the matter*Stranger: *I open a stall door and close it,...I drop my skinny jeans and I take off my shirt as I start to slowly stroke my huge cock with my eyes closed, picturing you. I open my eyes and see the stall door isn't locked, thinking i'll finish quickly I don't care."You: *I hear slight moans from the bathroom and walk in* Are you okay? *I ask, worry in my voice as I push open the door to your. "What do you say, Maximilian?" asked Valentine. "What do you mean by a struggle? Oh, it would be a sacrilege. What? I resist my father's order, and my dying grandmother's wish? Impossible!" Morrel started. "You are too noble not to understand me, and you understand me so well that you already yield, dear Maximilian. No, no; I shall need all my strength to struggle with myself and support my grief in secret, as you say. But to grieve my father--to disturb my grandmother's last moments--never!". By now, my penis was drooling inside my pants, which I'd started to pull down without realizing. I'd become so used to shaved pussies, I'd forgotten that women grow pubic hair too! From what I could see, there was a lot of it there. About the same shade of dark brown she had on her head. I guess that no one really saw it, other than me right now, so she was happy to just let it grow.My cock was raging hard and I had began trembling with nerves. This was full-on! Clear pre-cum was making a trail. I’m Rhys now 21, 5’10” muscular and fit as I work as a butcher in my dads shop and play Rugby for the local team, always getting comments in the showers about my bald cock and balls.Sian used to ride in local fetes on her dads ponies before he sold them this took her virginity before we married, although I was her first and riding seemed to give her a sexual drive that I struggled to satisfy as she would cum multiple times and squirt wetting the bed every time, so much so that we used to put a.