I kissed her on the shoulder and while thinking about the fun we were going to have later in an empty house, I fell back to sleep. The Day After....''...od I ache.'' she told me as she lifted herself up next to me.We woke a little around ten-thirty and neither one of us wanted to leave the bubble we were in. we had spent the night waking one another up for sex, at one point I just started massaging her vagina with the tip of my cock. I didn't think she was going to wake up at first, but the. You'll get more of what you want, baby. Lots more hard cocks on their way!”“In fact, come out of the cubicle. I want you kneeling here next to the urinals. More space.” He was laughing. “Mmmm, yes more space for you to take several cocks at once and these urinals are going to make just the perfect backdrop to to video I'm going to take on my phone. You on your knees, cocks in your mouth and hands and the urinals in the background! Perfect!”This was getting worse and worse. The nightmare was. It was a great time to do it, it being late-March in this wonderful year of 2020! (think about that amongst yourselves for a moment) Though they do say never start anything new on a Friday our heroes had decided to do just that. After a lot of ego boosting spirits, together they staggered to the station, each buying a big bunch of flowers from a stall in the station, (the railway equivalent of ‘petrol station after-thought flowers’,) both thinking it, an ice breaker, a diplomatic start of their. Then Iremembered that there was a cashpoint at this superstore. I wiped myself, anew chore, pulled up my tights, smoothed down my skirt and stepped out intothe public gaze again. There was another queue for the basins becauseeveryone was touching up their makeup. I felt around in my handbag under thebig lamp, being very careful not to let anyone see it, and found a lipstick.It surprised me how erotic I found it to move my lips around the phallic redstick. I realised that I was entirely female.