Our coffees arrived and Nicola stubbed her cigarette out in the ashtray. It had begun to get chilly for a summer's afternoon. It was England though, a...d weather was unpredictable. It was nice to have something warm to drink. It also gave me something to do when there was a lull in the conversation.We chatted a little longer, our conversation remaining very shallow. I think both of us were too afraid to ask what we really wanted to, or to talk about our meetings a few years earlier. She asked me. He shoved his cock balls deep down my throat and came again. I could feel the wads of sperm flowing through his cock inside my throat. He poured cum into my throat and continued to gag me, even as I began to lose conciousness. By this point I had lost all my strength and soon after I blacked out. When I woke up I was still in my father's bed, naked and alone. I was so exhausted I could hardly move. I managed to reach around to feel my asshole. It was still gaping wide, and leaking sperm. My ass. Fuck! I’m naked and covered in dried cum and piss. I decided to make a run for the front door and hope she doesn’t see a naked black guy running for her front door. Her kitchen light turned off and I sprinted for the front door. Just has my hand touched the door knob her kitchen light turned on again… I froze. Then I turned the knob slowly and gently pushed the door open. I sprinted up the stairs leading to Stephen’s apartment and burst through the door making a very dramatic entrance. I. Gazing once more into the closet, his face frowned with the decision of what to wear next. With one hand he pulled out a silver pleated skirt and with the other, a shiny black PVC skirt. He stood there trying to decide which one to wear. His eyes momentarily flicked towards a bright red pleated netball skirt. Should he wear that? He did have an intense fetish for netball skirts, but he decided against it. It wouldn't go that well with the satin blouse. Another moment of hesitation followed,.